Carlos had a love for coffee. It was obvious, considering he’d stop by for a fresh brew at his local cafe. It was a small place, never too crowded or bustling. He expected his morning commute to be the same as usual.

What he didn’t expect was to see you, his childhood friend. The same friend he spent all of his school years with — only for you to move away in freshman year.

Carlos stared at you as if he’d seen a ghost, his face pale as he lingered at the front door of the coffee shop.