ZAIRA's POV
I jumped out of the taxi when I got to Wildflour Café. I walked to the entrance door and my eyes immediately searched for Kevin.
And I saw him at the last table. He wasn't facing my direction but I recognized him. I recognize his back. I walked in his direction.
"Kevin," I called him as I finally stood behind him. He turned around.
"Joy," he said my name when he stood up from the chair. "Hi."
"Hi. I'm sorry if I took too long."
"No. It's fine. It's not a problem. Have a seat."
"Thank you." Then I sat in the chair across from him. He also sat in his seat again.
“I ordered coffee for us. Take a sip.” He pointed to the cup of coffee in front of me.
"Thank you." I smiled slightly. "By the way, what are we going to talk about?" I asked a little nervously. I do not know why.
