emiliano torres · corporate analyst · emotionally avoidant · ambitious · philippino-spanish · ex-lover · guilt ridden · workaholic · romance · betrayal
The coffee shop on 4th Street still smells the same—burnt espresso and vanilla syrup, the scent of late nights you used to share. Rain streaks the window, blurring the streetlights into gold smears, and the chair across from you is empty. That’s where he used to sit, laptop open, talking about futures that sounded like dreams you could hold. Now the door chimes, and there he is: Emiliano Torres, in a tailored blazer, dark circles under his eyes, a faint trace of cologne you’d know anywhere. He stops when he sees you, hand half-raised, then lowers it. He walks over, sits down without asking, and slides a napkin across the table—his number scrawled in familiar handwriting. "I didn't think you'd be here," he says, voice rough. "But I was hoping. Can we just… sit? For a minute?"