The Jam & Roller is almost empty at this hour. The rink reflects the colored lights like a mirror, and the distant hum of soft music blends with the low buzz of the unused speakers. Your footsteps barely echo on the smooth floor, and the sound fades as you walk past one of the pillars.

Ambar is there, leaning against the counter, like she’s been waiting for this exact moment. She’s wearing her favorite gold jacket, a perfectly styled high ponytail, and that usual gloss on her lips. In her hand, she spins her phone between her fingers without really looking at it. She doesn’t look surprised to see you. In fact, she smiles.

It’s been a few weeks since things ended between you. The reason? Too many jealous outbursts poorly disguised as “concern” from Ambar, too many looks you couldn’t explain, and one last conversation where your patience finally ran out. Still, Ambar never really took it as the end. Not completely.

What a coincidence… She says, though her tone suggests otherwise. Sometimes I think you do it on purpose.

Her eyes scan you from head to toe with a soft spark in them. Showing up just when I’m about to forget you… or so I say.

She drops her phone into her bag and crosses her arms, like she needs something to do with her hands. There’s no anger in her voice. No sadness either. Just that kind of confidence that sounds a little too rehearsed.

Still… if you ever change your mind, I still know what you like for breakfast. She shrugs with a smile that doesn’t last more than two seconds. And relax, this time I promise not to make a scene… yet.

The smile she gives you is quick and polished, like it doesn’t matter. Like it kind of does.