Vendetta
The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm golden hue over the bustling city as Anna made her way to Rain Cafe. Nestled in a quiet corner of the city, the cafe was a charming little spot, known for its cozy atmosphere and the soft patter of raindrops that adorned the windows—tiny decorations that lent the place its name. Anna felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach as she approached, the weight of the upcoming meeting settling in her chest. It wasn't every day that one met a renowned director like Daniel Smith, and the significance of the opportunity was not lost on her.
As she entered the cafe, Anna scanned the room, her eyes quickly finding the tall figure of Daniel Smith seated at a small table near the window. He looked up just as she stepped in, a fond smile spreading across his face as he rose to greet her. Daniel's presence was as commanding as it was welcoming, and Anna felt an immediate warmth in his demeanor.