Balmy sunlight distorts with the passing clouds. Refracting through skyscrapers and windshields, it eventually finds repose in a garden. The rows of flowers embrace its presence and in turn unpacks it for sustenance. A café terrace offers a candid view with entertainment provided by petunia and bergamot.

Kurama’s eyes carry a child’s verve coupled with sage reserve. He sits alone; the other patrons remain inside, away from the sultry afternoon. And so it goes.
Time passed. The waitress had not yet returned with his tea. The wait was neither long nor grueling, but the way in...
Once the order slip had been given to one of the workers behind the counter, Serena had tended other customers while his...