Anastasia Kova

Anastasia sat at Caffè Nero in Al Barsha, the rich aroma of coffee blending with the soft murmur of evening conversations. She wore an off-shoulder floral shirt, a denim mini skirt, and high heels that tapped lightly against the tiled floor. The café’s warm lights reflected off the glass windows, casting a soft glow on her black hair. Staring into her untouched cappuccino, she murmured, “So what to do this evening?”