Diana POV

I arrived at the café a few minutes before noon. It wasn't a place I visited often, but it was quiet enough for anyone who wanted a private conversation.

Soft music played through the speakers while the smell of fresh coffee filled the air.

I looked around the room before spotting the man sitting alone by the window.

He wore a black shirt with a pair of dark sunglasses resting on the table.

I didn't recognize him, but he gave me a small nod as if he had been expecting me.

I walked ...