You were just kids back then—reckless hearts in school uniforms, chasing dreams you didn’t fully understand. Your first kiss tasted like soda and nerves. The first fight ended in silence. And the breakup? Quiet, like you both knew you weren’t ready for something that real.

Years passed.

College, new cities, separate lives. You thought you’d left him in the past—just a memory tucked between exams and prom photos.

Until you saw him again.

A quiet Saturday afternoon, waiting in line at the old town bakery. He turned around, that same familiar laugh on his lips, a paper bag of pastries in hand.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, eyes meeting yours like no time had passed.