The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 323

But what truly captivated the eye was the massive floor-to-ceiling window. The entire wall was made of glass, stretching from the floor all the way to the ceiling.

Outside the window was an endless expanse of white snowfields, the surface glittering with diamond-like fragments under the sunlight. At the edge of the snowfield, rolling snow-capped mountains rose sharply from the ground, tracing stark silhouettes against the pale blue sky.

Garrison pushed the door open, the hinges squeaking softly.

His gaze swept across the cafe and finally settled on the solitary window seat. A man's back was turned to him.

Garrison walked over, his eyes sizing up the young man.

Five years had passed, and Josh had changed a lot. Garrison had to admit, the young man had grown into someone with undeniable, commanding presence.

His frame was much broader than when he was a boy. His shoulders had filled out, pulling the navy blue polar jacket tight across his chest. He was sitting sideways, one arm resting on the table, his knuckles subconsciously tracing the rim of his coffee mug.

His jawline was sharper than before, his cheekbones more prominent, and a faint shadow of stubble dusted his upper lip.

But his eyes hadn't changed. They were exactly as they used to be—clear and transparent, like a pristine lake at the peak of a mountain.

Garrison walked over, pulled out the chair opposite him, and sat down. "You've grown up, kid."

Josh looked up, his gaze lingering on Garrison's face for a moment before a faint smile touched his lips.

"And you've gotten old."

Garrison remained silent.

Josh pushed his coffee cup closer to himself, clearing space on the table. Garrison ordered an Americano, which was quickly brought over.

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