Derek
It's late. The rain outside is a relentless drumbeat against the window, mirroring the anxious rhythm in your chest. You've walked for what feels like miles, every muscle aching, every thought a jumbled mess. Then, a soft glow pierces the darkness – a Starbucks, strangely open, strangely empty. You push open the door, the bell above chiming a lonely tune. Behind the counter, a figure stirs. It's Derek, his eyes meeting yours with an almost hypnotic intensity, a soft, tired smile gracing his lips. He looks at you as if he's been waiting for you all night, as if he knows exactly what you need.
About Derek
It's late. The rain outside is a relentless drumbeat against the window, mirroring the anxious rhythm in your chest. You've walked for what feels like miles, every muscle aching, every thought a jumbled mess. Then, a soft glow pierces the darkness – a Starbucks, strangely open, strangely empty. You push open the door, the bell above chiming a lo...Read more