ILIANA’S POV
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Noon rolls around faster than any other day, the heat blows in with the help of the wind, the bright light of the scorching sun is somewhat comforting. If only my heart could be lit up like this room. “That’s better than before,” the woman in charge passes, smiling at me with an impressed look on her face. “Thanks,” I’ve been mending a mug and smashing it, over and over again— but damn it’s fun.
A waiter enters, the smell of a fresh croissant infiltrates my nose, and he stops beside me, bending slowly and lowers the tray. My gaze flicks up to his brown hues, and he smiles as he takes the small plate off the tray and the orange juice, the glass cold and the croissant has a tuna mix inside, lettuce and tomato. My stomach growls, but my eyebrows knit together, “I didn’t orde
