He clicked on the German pack and hit the button that appeared.
He hit send.
Leo remembered a trick his cousin had once mentioned. He didn't need to dive into complex menus; he just needed the magic combination.
He placed his hands on the keys. They felt familiar again. He typed:
The coffee shop was humming with the lazy Sunday afternoon buzz. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing around Leo’s laptop. He was on a roll, typing up a crucial email to a potential client, his fingers flying across the keys with the confidence of a concert pianist.