All Chapters of Brewed For You : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The soft hum of the machines filled the room. Morning light slipped gently through the blinds, cutting across the white walls and spilling over the bed where Aria lay. The Doctor had checked on her a while ago and said she was recovering well and a nurse had wiped her clean. Now, the faint warmth of the sun kissed her face, pulling her out of sleep.She blinked slowly, adjusting to the brightness. It took a while for her vision to sharpen but through the light haze, she saw him.Damian stood by the window with a hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone to his ear. His voice was low, measured, as if careful not to wake her. The sunlight painted a golden outline around him, glinting off his wristwatch, sliding over the rolled-up sleeves of his crisp white shirt. He looked tired but still impossibly composed with his shirt tucked neatly into his trousers, hair slightly disheveled probably from running his hand through it too many times.Aria found herself watching him longer th

It was now the next day and Aria was on high alert. She knew the law enforcers would walk through those doors anytime soon. The worse thing is she had no plan. She was prepared to crawl and beg. What else could she do?The café was quiet now.The silence was something she hated before. It meant no customers and no customers meant no sales. But today she couldn't help but be a little relieved...at least now there wouldn't be any spectators when they'll come to throw her out.She stood behind the counter, running a rag across it absent-mindedly. She looked around the cafe reminiscing old memories. Memories from when she first opened the cafe, her very first order, her very first batch of pastries. Even the very first coffee she brewed.A smile found it's way to her face, a sad smile. The door chimes just then, and her heart leapt before before her mind caught up.She looked up ready to see a random person coming to evict her but her eyes met familiar gray ones.It was Damian. He was in

Damian didn’t even realize how long he had been driving around his neighborhood. After recovering from his brief shock from when Aria sped off, he was a absolute mess.He left his house wearing his indoors flipflops....that was how shaken up he was.He drove his car around the block a couple of times to see if he could catch her in time. It wasn't so long ago she left so he thought she wouldn't have gone far.The moment Aria walked away from him at his building...head down, shoulders sagged...something inside him snapped. He tried calling her, texting her, reaching out in every way he could, but she didn’t respond. He had searched the entire building first, pacing every hallway of every floor, checking the garage, the elevators, the rooftop, hoping she had just gone somewhere to hide and breathe.But she was gone.He had wasted too much time searching the building. She must have gone straight home, be thought.So thats where he went.He made a U-turn, driving towards her house. He hop

The next hour went by in a breeze. Mila had gotten a call from someone and rushed out in a hurry. Now that she was left alone in the apartment, everything just felt… quiet. Even her mind...her thoughts. The kind of quiet that comes after something good, when the world hasn't had time to ruin it yet. It felt like the world was on her side for once.Aria stood in the bathroom of her small apartment, tying her hair up. The mirror glass was fogged from the hot shower, and her fingertips traced her lips that still tingled from when Damian had kissed her hours ago. She didn't linger on it. Didn’t want to overthink this. After all, he never mentioned anything about them being exclusive or their relationship being official.She simply breathed.She buttoned her shirt. It was a loose fitted pink shirt with little floral designs scattered all around it. She grabbed her bag and her keys. The routine was simple, just like every other day. Except that today had a slight twist to it. Because for th

The drive back was a breeze. It went by so fast. He decided to take a shower in the meantime, to wash away the exhaustion of the day. He had just a few minutes left to dinner with his mom.Damian adjusted his cufflinks for the third time that evening, even though they didn’t need adjusting. He had gotten a message from his mother with the restaurant’s name earlier...Gout de la Maison, one of those places that only took reservations if your last name carried a certain weight or your pockets was very deep. It was the kind of restaurant where the waiters wore a three-piece suit and spoke with a foreign accent, where the light seemed engineered to flatter expensive jewelry.Glancing at his watch, he realized he had about 20 minutes and it'd take 30 minutes to get there. For once in his life, Damian wasn't bothered about punctuality. He dragged himself out the door to his car, wanting the night to be over already.He parked outside, staring at the entrance for a moment before getting out.