Erwin entered the old cafe with calm but cautious steps. The atmosphere of the cafe was different from the ones he usually visited, simpler, with the pungent aroma of black coffee covering the air. Several customers seemed to be sitting alone, lost in their own thoughts. Erwin immediately recognized Jonathan who was sitting in the corner of the room, facing the window. In front of him was a steaming cup of black coffee.
Jonathan waved when he saw Erwin approaching. "Here," he said, pointing to an empty chair across the table.
Erwin sat quietly, even though his mind was filled with questions. "Why are we meeting here?" he asked directly, without further ado.
Jonathan stared at Erwin for a moment before glancing out the window. Across the street, there was an old building that had not bee
