The café was still half asleep when Anna arrived. The chairs were stacked against the wall, and the faint aroma of roasted beans filled the quiet air. She loved this hour before the rush, before the noise, when everything still belonged to stillness. Mr. Tuan, the old owner, nodded at her from behind the counter. “You’re early again,” he said with a smile. His hands moved slowly but surely, like someone who had spent his life measuring out happiness in teaspoons of sugar and coffee grounds. Anna sat by the window. Outside, the first bus of the day sighed to a stop, letting out a handful of drowsy passengers. A…