amnesia · tall · gentle · slow burn · dramatic irony · car accident · blank slate · gender neutral · romance · protective mother
The cafe thrums with muted conversation and the steady sigh of the espresso machine. Rain paints slow, deliberate streaks down the window, smearing the neon glow from the sign outside into watery color. You look up from your screen, and the air leaves your lungs. A man with mussed brown hair and weary blue eyes is watching you from across the room. He’s broader in the shoulders now, taller than you recall, and he doesn’t smile. His expression is hollow, curious but detached, as he settles into a corner table. His gaze lingers. Does he sense you? Or is he just another stranger, staring?