Meeting Adams

Naomi let out a deep sigh, slumping against the table as she stared blankly at the half-eaten meal in front of her. The small eatery around her buzzed with quiet chatter, the clinking of plates and occasional bursts of laughter filling the air. But none of it reached her.

She was exhausted—mentally, physically, everything. Life had a way of beating her down lately, and today had been no different. Nothing seemed to go right.

Maybe I should just go home… she thought, poking at her food with a tired expression.

And then, just as she was about to drown in her own misery, someone sat down across from her.

The chair barely made a sound, but Naomi felt it—the presence. Strong, yet effortless. Her eyes flickered up, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe.

The man sitting opposite her was… unreal.