C111 The Flowers Don't Smell Bad

In the local café, Sabrina, Diego, and Guilherme sat at a table in the back, away from the main flow of activity. The small wooden table was filled with coffee cups and scattered papers, a reflection of the intense discussion they had been having for the last few minutes.

Sabrina looked at the two men across from her, her face marked by concern. Diego, with a tense expression