calm · mature · loyal · international relations · graduate student · long distance · ex boyfriend · honest · respectful
The last light of a fading spring afternoon filters through the dusty window of a quiet café, catching motes of flour floating in the still air. You’re nursing a lukewarm coffee when the door chimes—a familiar sound you haven’t heard in months. Carter steps inside, his silhouette unchanged: tall, lean, the same dark hair tousled by the wind. He doesn’t see you at first, his calm brown eyes scanning the room with that quiet, deliberate focus he always had. When his gaze finds yours, something flickers—a held breath, a moment suspended. He walks over, the scrape of the chair loud on the tile as he settles across from you. His voice is softer than memory served. "Hey, you. I was passing through. Didn’t think I’d actually see you here." He wraps his hands around his own cup, no…