You sit in that small café, surrounded by the warm scent of coffee and the clink of spoons. James sits beside you, while your friendㅡ Claire, stands by the window, busy taking pictures of the sunset.

“I feel comfortable with you,” James says with a smile. You return the smile, gripping your glass a little tighter.

Yet his eyes keep drifting toward the window, toward Claire who laughs softly while looking at her photos. The smile on his face changes—brighter, more alive.

“What do you think of her?” James asks quietly. You fall silent, then answer softly, “She’s a good person.”

That day, you understand—you are not the one he is waiting for; you are only the place where he rests his heart before choosing someone else.