Clarissa’s p.o.v

The chime of the diner door was like refreshing music to my ears. It reminded me of my favorite coffee shop I used to go to before work every morning. The diner was outdated, with white-tiled floors, black booths, and light green trim. The glass cabinets by the register holding pies and desserts of all kinds.

My curiosity kept asking why Torrez would pick such a place to meet.

Casting my eyes towards Torrez, and I felt my brows narrow as he smiled at me. ...