Day of Election
Leo slipped into the cozy haven of the small cafe, the tinkling of the door's bell heralding his entrance. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle hum of conversations enveloped him in a sense of comfort and anonymity. He had chosen this place deliberately, knowing that it was tucked away from the prying eyes of his celebrity status and the relentless demands of his professional life.
Dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans, Leo strode across the polished wooden floor, his footsteps muffled by the scattered rugs that graced the cafe's interior. He felt a rare sense of liberation in the casual attire, a break from the tailored suits that usually adorned his figure. It was a liberating change, allowing him to blend in seamlessly with the crowd, a mere face in the sea of patrons.