Olivia's POV
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wrapped around me like a comforting blanket as I pushed open the door to Witches’ Brew Café. It was one of my favorite escapes, a place where I could decompress, surrounded by the hum of quiet conversations and the faint clatter of cups.
I stepped to the counter to order my usual when a familiar voice wrapped around me.
“Olivia?”
Turning, I found Matthew standing a few feet away, holding a steaming cup of tea. He smiled warmly, his expression almost too perfect, as though he’d been expecting me.
“Matthew,” I said, surprised. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”
“Same,” he replied, stepping closer. “But Fate seems to have a sense of humor.” He glanced at my hands, empty except for my wallet. “Let me buy you a drink.”
I hesitated for a momen
