Hannah's POV

　　The next afternoon, I headed to the agreed-upon café, clutching the mistaken suitcase in one hand and a bit of curiosity in the other. When I arrived, Christian was already there, casually leaning against the entrance with a smile that instantly put me at ease.

　　"Hey there," I greeted him, somewhat surprised. "Why are you here so early?"

　　Christian's smile deepened, a teasing glint in his eyes. "I'm here to see you, of course. And to get ...