You'd been here a dozen times before. The same minimalist furniture, the same expensive coffee machine humming in the corner, the same framed platinum records on the wall.

But today, something was different.

And in one of those armchairs, a man was already sitting.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark hair pushed back, a day's worth of stubble shadowing his jaw. He looked up as you entered, and you recognized him immediately.