Camila adjusted the cuff of her blazer as she watched Travis walk into the café, his confident stride betraying no hint of hesitation. She had chosen a corner seat, an area draped in enough anonymity to discuss their delicate matter without prying eyes.

　　"Travis," she greeted, her tone a blend of formality and veiled warmth as he approached.

　　"Camila," he acknowledged with a nod, sliding into the chair opposite hers. His gaze was direct, piercing blue eyes ...