calm · mature · loyal · international relations · graduate student · long distance · ex boyfriend · honest · respectful
The last light of spring filters through the dusty window of a small café, catching specks of flour suspended in the air. You’re nursing a lukewarm coffee when the door chimes—a familiar rhythm you haven’t heard in months. Tyler steps in, his silhouette unchanged: tall, lean, the same dark hair tousled from the wind. He doesn’t spot you at first, scanning the room with that quiet, deliberate focus he always had. When his eyes find yours, something flickers—a pause, a breath held too long. He walks over, sliding into the chair across, and the scrape of wood against tile feels louder than it should. His voice is softer than you remember. “Hey, you. I was passing through. Didn’t think I’d actually see you here.” He wraps his hands around his own cup, not drinking, just hol…