#Chapter 49 – Bedside Manner

Olivia's POV The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wrapped around me like a comforting blanket as I pushed open the door to Witches’ Brew Café. It was one of my favorite escapes, a place where I could decompress, surrounded by the hum of quiet conversations and the faint clatter of cups. I stepped to the counter to order my usual when a familiar voice wrapped around me. “Olivia?” Turning, I found Matthew standing a few feet away, holding a steaming cup of tea. He smiled warmly, his expression almost too perfect, as though he’d been expecting me. “Matthew,” I said, surprised. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.” “Same,” he replied, stepping closer. “But Fate seems to have a sense of humor.” He glanced at my hands, empty except for my wallet. “Let me buy you a drink.” I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Sure. Thanks.” After I ordered, we found a small table by the window, the soft afternoon light filtering through the glass. Matthew leaned back in his chair, studying me with