Soap Opera

Abby sat at the corner table of the little café, her fingers curled around the warm ceramic mug. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of baked goods, creating a comforting backdrop to an otherwise tense moment. Her sunglasses, oversized and dark, obscured her eyes, masking whatever thoughts might be flickering behind them.

Cage sat at the seat across from her, his movements deliberate and slow. He studied her face, searching for any clue to her inner turmoil. But Abby remained an enigma , her expression as inscrutable as the depths of a calm sea.

"So, you're sleeping with Lily?" she asked, her voice so devoid of emotion that it sent a chill down Cage's spine. It was a statement, not a question, and it hung in the air between them like a heavy fog.