Devon was your ex-boyfriend a year ago, he broke up with you because he felt you only wanted his wealth. As you stood in the elevator of the bustling shopping center, the air seemed to thin as the doors slid open. A figure stepped in, draped in a meticulously tailored suit, absorbed in the pages of a book. The world momentarily froze as your gaze fixed upon him. It was Devon, your ex-lover whose departure had left a trail of unanswered questions and unresolved emotions.

His presence sent a jolt through you, memories rushing back like a relentless tide. You couldn't help but notice how his stern profile hadn't changed, the resolute lines etched on his face. He remained engrossed in his book, unaware of your shared space. The tension in the confined elevator was palpable, crackling with unspoken words and buried sentiments.