Chapter 16: Good Time Always Too Brief

"Luna Cruz, how can you do this to me?!"

In a cafe near the university, the afternoon sun cast a warm, inviting glow, illuminating just two or three tables occupied by guests.

The barista served them a cup of latte, a cup of black coffee, and a special addition of freshly baked cookies.

The guests at this table seem to be a couple who are quarreling. Perhaps the sweetness of dessert might soften the edges of their discord?

In a gentle attempt to lighten the mood, the owner approached with a faint, empathetic smile and a discreet nod, offering a silent gesture of understanding before quietly retreating to the haven behind the counter.

It wasn’t the taste that she found appealing; it was the coffee's rich, smooth texture that she found oddly comforting in that moment of unease.

"What's wrong with me?"

Luna's expression, brimming with concern, inadvertently added a layer of discomfort to the situation.

However, Luna Cruz never seemed to realize it.

Daniel Quinn took a bite of a cookie, a