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Rowan settled into a comfortable seat by the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, silently observing the ebb and flow of people on the bustling street outside. The store exuded an air of simplicity and cleanliness, with each table adorned by a small cluster of daisies in full bloom. Conversations were hushed, and the soothing, soft music playing in the background gently caressed the ears, creating an atmosphere of relaxation that seemed just perfect.

Despite it being Rowan's inaugural visit to this place, she found herself surprisingly at ease amidst this tranquil environment. Her nerves had no room to flutter.

A gracious waiter approached, offering to replenish her glass of water. Rowan responded with a polite smile and a heartfelt "thank you."

As she looked up, her eyes locked onto a familiar figure who was following closely behind the waiter.

For a brief moment, his deep, penetrating gaze hung in the air, fixated on Rowan, before quickly darting away.

Rowan's discerning eyes didn't c