The city of Vienna was covered by snow like a secret, softening the city’s edges until even the sharpest rooftops turned blurry. All sounds was covered, the world seemed to move slower, and quieter, as if the cold itself had pressed a finger to its lips,

Lynda was standing at the window of the café, admiring the gentle fall of snowflakes as it drift past the glass. Marcus held his coffee tightly with his hands, his gaze warm and steady.

“You are always carried away, like someone somewhere ...