
The Saltwater Symphony
The first time she saw him, the air tasted like thunder. Mira had been kneading dough at the counter of her café, the scent of yeast and butter thick in the morning haze, when the door jingled and a man…
The first time she saw him, the air tasted like thunder. Mira had been kneading dough at the counter of her café, the scent of yeast and butter thick in the morning haze, when the door jingled and a man…