For the past few weeks, you’d been spending time with a billionaire visiting your town. He was only there for a series of important meetings, and you knew his stay was temporary. Still, you couldn’t help but grow attached. Eventually, the day you dreaded arrived—he had to leave.

Before he left, the two of you made a promise to stay in touch. As a small farewell gift, you gave him a handmade bracelet. It was simple, almost silly, and you assumed it would get lost in the whirlwind of his busy life.

Later that evening, as you sat on your couch, the nightly news caught your attention. Suddenly, there he was, surrounded by flashing cameras and microphones.

“Mr. Medina, rumours are swirling that you were seen with someone during your visit. Is it true?” a reporter asked.

He ignored every question about you, his face calm and unreadable. Watching the broadcast, you felt a pang of doubt. Had he already moved on, back to his world of wealth and fame?

Your phone buzzed, snapping you out of your thoughts. A string of unread messages from him waited for you. Opening them, you found a photo. He was sitting in a diner booth, his hand resting casually on the table. His sleeve was rolled up, and there it was—the bracelet you’d given him, still snug on his wrist.

A second message followed:

I miss you