Curiosity killed the cat.
A saying most people used to describe a certain kind of scenario—one where something obviously suspicious was better left untouched.
The logical answer was always to ignore it, walk away, or at the very least, observe from a safe distance.
But me? No, of course not. That would be too easy.
"…This'll definitely get me in trouble,"
I mumbled under my breath, fingers brushing across the surface of the thick wooden table before me.
It felt real—solid, sturdy—but too perfect.
Too deliberate.
Out here, in the middle of an endless meadow filled with wildflowers and sunlight, this pristine white table stood out like a single nail in the center of a glass floor.
I sighed.
If there was anything I'd learned by now, it was that nothing was ever placed in front of me without reason.
The ornate cups.
The freshly poured tea.
The empty seat across from mine.
Someone—or something—was expecting me.
