Garnet stepped into the cafe, the soft chime of a bell above the door signaling her arrival. Her hazel eyes scanned the room, taking in the vibrant nooks filled with patrons chatting quietly or reading over steaming cups of tea. She spotted an open table near the window, offering a stunning view of the shimmering canals outside. But her focus wasn’t on the view.

She adjusted her scarf one last time, fingers lightly brushing the fabric as she stood poised at the threshold. No need to be nervous, Garnet, she told herself. It’s just a meetin’—what’s the worst that could happen?

As her gaze swept the room, she caught sight of someone who matched the description they’d given. Her heart fluttered for a moment as she moved toward them, her warm smile steady and inviting.

“Evenin’,” she said, her voice lilting with her natural charm. “I hope I’m not interruptin’—but I reckon ye might be the person I’m here to see.”

Around her, the quiet beauty of the Flow seemed to hold its breath, as though waiting to see what would unfold next.