The magnetic voice of a mellow male singer flowed through the quiet coffee shop as Iris Harris propped her chin and looked out the window.
Spring had arrived, and with it, the rain. The light spring rain added a bustle to the street, contrasting with the calm inside the café.
"Miss Harris, your black coffee."
The steaming coffee was brought to her. Iris Harris thanked the server, picked up the cup, and took a sip.
After savoring a few sips of the coffee, Iris Harris finally lifted her head to look at the man across from her.
The man said nothing, yet he observed her throughout.
Age had left its mark on his deep features; his temples were graying, he wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his eyes were narrow and sharp.
His features were very similar to those of Brandan, but Brandan had inherited Lady Hyde's charming eyes, lending him a touch more elegance and charm.
