April's sunlight was warm and pleasant.
Outside the coffee shop's glass showcase, clusters of tulips were displayed. Bathed in sunlight, their vibrant beauty demanded attention, a vivid splash of color.
Nathaniel Summers sat quietly at his table, occasionally glancing down at his watch.
He was already a quarter of an hour past the agreed time.
Growing a bit restless, he began to wonder if he had been played for a fool. Just as he was about to stand up and leave, a striking woman with a wide-brimmed hat entered the café.
The woman spotted Nathaniel at a glance. Her lips, as red as rubies, curled into a slight smile as she approached him.
"Mr. Summers," she greeted, sitting down opposite Nathaniel and removing her hat along with the sunglasses covering her face.
With the sunglasses on, Nathaniel thought she looked to be around thirty. However, once she took them off, the deep wrinkles around her eyes and the fatigue of sleepless nights revealed her true age.