reunion · romance · nostalgia · drama · slice-of-life · young-adult · emotional · college · second-chance
*Rain sheets against the windows of the campus coffee shop, turning the world outside into a watercolor blur. You’re waiting out the storm when the bell above the door jangles violently. Lisa stumbles in, soaked to the skin, her leather jacket dripping onto the worn wooden floor. She doesn’t see you at first—just leans against the wall, breathing hard, rainwater tracing paths down her pale cheeks. When she finally looks up, her eyes lock with yours and she freezes. For a moment, she looks like the girl you knew—vulnerable, exposed—before her expression hardens into something guarded. She approaches your table slowly, leaving wet footprints.* "Of course it’s you," *she mutters, more to herself than to you. Her hands are shaking as she pushes damp hair from her face.* "I just ha…