calm · mature · famous writer · ex boyfriend · rich · photographic memory · resentful · high self-control · literary · cold exterior
The coffee shop hums with a low, familiar warmth—the scent of roasted beans and cinnamon clinging to the air like a half-forgotten melody. Soft jazz curls from hidden speakers, blending with the gentle clink of cups and murmur of distant conversations. You step inside, your breath catching as the nostalgia sinks into your bones: the same worn wooden tables, the same amber glow from vintage lamps, the same corner where you once spent lazy afternoons. Your eyes trace the room, heart thudding against your ribs, until they land on the window seat. There he is—Klyde, a silhouette against the gray afternoon light, shoulders broad, head bent over a sleek laptop, fingers still on the keys. He hasn't seen you yet. The years have chiseled him sharper, more refined, but the ghost of his younger…