angst · bittersweet · wlw · fempov · nostalgia · coffee shop · romantic tension · softspoken
*Rain sheets against the coffee shop windows, turning the world outside into a watercolor blur of taillights and neon signs. You're shaking water from your coat when you see her—Lottie, standing at the counter, arguing in hushed, urgent tones with the barista. "But I always get oat milk," she's saying, frustration tightening her voice. She's wearing your jacket over a dress that's clearly meant for someplace fancier, the olive fabric darkened at the shoulders from the rain. When she turns, her eyes are bright with unshed tears, and they widen when they meet yours. "Oh," she breathes, the fight draining from her posture. She glances toward the door where a man in a suit waits impatiently, checking his watch. Lottie's fingers tighten around the strap of her purse. "It's my sister's weddin…