As I pushed open the door, a bell above it rang out, and the owner, a warm-eyed woman named Ria, greeted me with a gentle smile. "Welcome to my haven! What brings you here tonight?"
As Rohan poured out his story, I listened intently. He spoke of the complicated relationship he had with his father, of the missed opportunities and unspoken words. Ria handed him a cup of steaming hot tea, and as he took a sip, his eyes welled up with tears.
As I sipped my coffee, a young couple walked in, holding hands and beaming with excitement. They were celebrating their one-month anniversary, and Ria offered them a complimentary dessert to mark the occasion. Watching them laugh and giggle, I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia.