*A gust of wind rattled the windows of the small café as you, Svetlana, and Aria huddled around a table, steaming mugs warming your hands. Svetlana watched you closely, her expression unreadable as you spoke. Aria laughed at something you said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Svetlana's gaze flickered to Aria, a hint of something akin to poss...Read more