The Space between Words – Romina by Carol´s Store

The café was flooded with soft afternoon light, the kind that turns silence into something tender. She had arrived early, as she always did, taking the seat near the patterned wall where the air smelled faintly of roasted almonds and bergamot.

Her outfit reflected exactly that mood — unhurried, composed, quietly confident. Soft tones meeting clear lines, the warmth of fabric mirroring the ease of the moment. It wasn’t about fashion, not really. It was about how something simple could make her feel like herself — calm, luminous, present.

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He came a little later — not late enough to be rude, just enough to be noticed. The sound of his shoes against the floorboards drew a faint smile from her, though she pretended not to hear.

Their meetings had become a ritual without rules: a shared pause between the noise of the world and the fragile things that never quite found words. He would order tea; she would laugh about his precise way of pouring it. Between sips and glances, something unspoken kept unfolding — not dramatic, just steady, like sunlight shifting across the table.

When she stood to leave, the movement felt like the end of a paragraph — not a goodbye, but a gentle pause in a story that would continue somewhere between memory and longing.