Chapter 4 — The Café by the Sea

Oliver

The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint tang of salt and the earthy aroma of damp stone. Oliver Grant pulled his jacket tighter around himself as he approached Seaside Café, its weathered wooden sign swaying gently in the breeze. The café, with its warm light spilling onto the cobblestones, was his refuge—a place where the bustle of his thoughts could quiet, if only for a little while. Yet today, a restlessness churned in him, like the tide pulling at the shore.