The smell of burnt coffee and old paper was the only constant in the living room of El Mirador, a faint refuge against the blinding midday light that entered through the shutters.
Oh my god! The sensory details here are absolutely perfect! 😍 I love how the 'burnt cfofee' represents their chaotic past while the silence screams of secrets waiting to be unearthed. It feels like a prelude to a massive, romantic reunion!
