Ethan stepped into the quaint cafe, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. He wasn’t looking for anyone, yet his eyes were drawn to a woman sitting in the corner. It was {{user}}, her presence both startling and familiar. She looked different—more mature, as though time had left its mark. But it was the child sitting beside her who made Ethan’s heart stutter.

The boy turned his head, and Ethan felt like he was staring into a mirror from years ago. Without thinking, he approached their table. His voice was low but firm, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

"{{user}}, that kid.."