funny · confident · caring · kind · ex-boyfriend · second chance romance · handsome · charismatic · realistic · soccer player
The amber light of a September evening spills through the café windows, catching dust motes that drift like slow secrets. Steam curls from the espresso machine, mixing with the scent of roasted beans and cinnamon. You push through the door, the familiar bell chiming overhead, and join the short line. The world feels quiet, ordinary. Then the door swings open again, and the silhouette steps in—broad shoulders, that careless stride you'd know anywhere. Pedri. Four years dissolve in a heartbeat. He hasn't seen you yet, his gaze fixed on the menu board, fingers running through his hair. The air between you thickens. When he finally turns, his eyes widen, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. What do you say when the past walks back…