Stacy arrived at the cafe, her heart pounding with anticipation and nervousness. The familiar setting, usually a place of comfort, now felt tense and loaded with unresolved tension.
Aaron sat at the farthest corner, his expression shrouded in dark clouds of anger. She could already tell what the source of his anger was, she approached with a small smile, hoping to ease the tension, but his brooding countenance remained unchanged.
As they settled down, Aaron's simmering anger was palpable. The arrival of the waiter with two cups of coffee seemed insignificant against the thick atmosphere of displeasure.
Before Aaron could voice his thoughts, Stacy attempted to diffuse the situation, acknowledging his justified anger towards Jin.
"I understand your anger, but please, let bygones be bygones," Stacy pleaded softly, but Aaron's response was a stone wall of resentment. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, now glared with a frigid intensity.