Café Coffees

Two steaming café drinks on a white saucer at a corner table in an Amsterdam café, their surfaces shimmering slightly where the porcellain meets the heat. Cream swirls lazily in the dark liquid as Robin Stuart lifts his cup with careless deliberation, the ceramic cool between his fingers. Tegan’s untouched coffee remains a mute witness to Stuart’s guarded speech, condensation beading on its rim—each sip deferred, each silence strengthened by the warmth between them.