When The Phone Rang, So Did Dread

The comforting rhythm of clinking cups and lively chatter filled the café, washing away traces of the morning’s chaos. Then Mr. Peters’ phone rang. It was rare to see him take calls during work hours, and the sudden shift caught everyone’s attention. He stepped aside, his jovial expression replaced with a deep, unsettling frown.

The lines of concern etched into his face only grew as he listened intently. His nods were slow, deliberate, and laced with concern. The atmosphere grew heavier as a hush fell over the café. Whatever the call was about, it wasn’t good, and I braced myself for what was coming.