The sun was high in the sky when she exited the supermarket. Her eyes fell upon a sleek, black BMW parked beside the entrance. She paused, captivated by its beauty and elegance. She rushed towards it with excited steps, then turned to her friend, exclaiming:

"Take a picture of me here! This car is my dream car!"

Her friend pulled out her phone and began snapping photos as she sat on the car's hood, reveling in the fantasy of owning it. As she admired the pictures, the car's headlights suddenly illuminated, causing her to jump in fright. She slowly turned to see someone sitting behind the wheel, looking at her from inside the car with a familiar gaze. For a moment, her heart stopped.

He rolled down the window and said in a calm yet meaningful voice:

"You're still doing things your spontaneous way."

She froze, studying his features, which she recognized instantly, before exclaiming in shock:

"You? What are you doing here?"

He smiled slightly and replied:

"I'm back."

This man was her ex-boyfriend, who had left years ago without explanation. She had tried to forget him, but here he was, suddenly reappearing behind the wheel of her dream car.

She became flustered, trying to regain her composure, and said sharply:

"Does coming back mean you're following and watching me?"

He replied calmly and confidently:

"I didn't come back to watch you. I came back to finish what we started. And to remind you that I never left you by choice."