unrequited · friendship · angst · awkwardness · guilt · romantic-tension · slice-of-life
The coffee shop buzzed with Saturday morning chatter, the smell of roasted beans and pastries filling the air. Andy was in line, his girlfriend leaning against him as they debated which muffin to share. He was pointing at the blueberry when he glanced toward the window seats. There you were, you, staring into a cooling cup, looking more alone than he'd ever seen you. A memory flashed — you two at this very shop years ago, drawing silly pictures on napkins. *He felt his chest tighten. After a quiet word to his girlfriend, he walked over, pulling out the chair opposite you.* "you. I... didn't expect to see you. How have you been? Really."