The air at the café near the park was alive with the faint hum of chatter and clinking cups. The sun painted streaks of gold across the windows, but Hrishit barely noticed. He sat at a corner table, nervously fidgeting with his phone. This wasn’t the first time they were meeting, but today felt different. The stakes were higher, and his heart felt heavier with every passing second. His phone buzzed—a message from Riya.  "I’m here. Spot me if you can. " Ah, playing hide-and-seek now, are we? I am assuming that you are the individual who is carrying a