The cafe's glass windows were foggy. Rosalyn stared at her blurred reflection, and her fingers absently traced the rim of her coffee cup."Mind if I sit here?"Rosalyn looked up swiftly. Zac stood before her table. His black trench coat was dotted with fine raindrops.In his hands, he held a bouquet of gerbera daisies. Each petal glistened with tiny beads of water."I heard about your grandma," he said softly before putting the flowers down. His voice was gentle. "My condolences."Rosalyn tightened her grip on the cup. "Thanks, bro-in-law."She deliberately used a distant form of address, though her gaze couldn't help flicking to his bare ring finger where a wedding ring should have been.Zac seemed to notice, and without a word, slipped his hand back into his pocket. "The latte here—""I prefer Americanos," Rosalyn interrupted.Online, she had told him she liked lattes. Now, having decided to keep her distance, she wouldn't give him the slightest hint of doubt.Even as she s
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