My quaint coffee shop, with its unique charm and inviting atmosphere, unexpectedly became a hit. It soon turned into a favorite hangout for both residents and visitors—a hidden gem worthy of a Netflix feature in the heart of South City.
Adam was a regular, always bringing a sense of tranquility and subtle humor with him.
During one of our coffee chats over freshly made lattes, he filled me in on the turmoil I'd left behind in North City.
"After your departure," he explained, "Zayn went berserk. He turned the city inside out searching for you."
I grinned wryly, taking a sip of my drink. "Sounds like him. His ego is as inflated as ever."
Intrigued, I inquired, "What keeps you from returning to North City? Isn't that where your career is based?"
He gave a slight smile. "I resigned. Opted to take the reins of my family's enterprise instead."
It wasn't until later that I discovered his family was among South City's wealthiest.