PART 3: A Coffee That Changed SilenceThe café was small.Not the kind that tried too hard to impress—no loud music, no bright lights. Just soft yellow bulbs, wooden chairs, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee hanging gently in the air.Aarushi noticed everything.Maybe because her senses felt sharper than usual.Or maybe because she was sitting across from someone who made ordinary moments feel important.Mira slid into the chair opposite her, placing her sketchbook carefully on the table, as if it were something fragile.“So,” Mira said softly, wrapping her fingers around her coffee cup, “what made you say yes?”Aarushi blinked.“To coffee?”Mira