The waitress froze, seeing her husband in front of her — the one who had died seven years ago… When she finally came to her senses and approached him…
The evening at the café was going as usual—calm, measured, as if time itself decided to linger on this cozy note. Anya skillfully carried orders, moving between tables with her usual grace, as if she knew every step in advance. Her movements were precise, her face lit up with a friendly smile, and her voice … Read more