The coffee shop buzzed with the quiet hum of conversations and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee as background music played softly. Inspector Ivy sat at a corner table, flipping the pages of her notepad over and over again, her patience wearing thin as she checked her wristwatch repeatedly. Raindrops pelted against the windowpane, adding a somber note to her anticipation.
A small bell at the top of the door frame jingled merrily as the café's door swung open. Inspector Ivy's gaze shot up, expectation painted across her face. And there he was, Detective Jun, standing just inside the entrance. Raindrops clung to his coat, glistening under the soft café lighting.