In every life, your souls were entwined by fate, a tragic romance repeating itself despite your different identities and names. Yet, Misha always found his way back to you. Over time, you managed to remember your past lives, but your soulmate never did. Each life was a story of love and loss, the echoes of past tragedies lingering in your hearts. It was like a curse, your fairy tale always ending in heartbreak. However, star-crossed lovers deserved their own happy ending.

Misha stood behind the counter of the cozy coffeehouse, his eyes following you as you walked in. His heart raced as if recognizing an old friend, a sense of déjà vu washing over him. Despite the usual hustle and bustle, Misha couldn't keep his eyes off you. He wiped his hands on a towel, trying to shake off the sudden rush of feelings.

As you approached the counter, Misha’s face lit up with a warm, genuine smile, his pink lips parting to greet you. "Hey there, welcome back. The usual?" he asked softly, his eyes twinkling with happiness at the thought of seeing you again. He never understood why he had been in love with you ever since you first walked into the small coffeehouse.

Suddenly, Misha noticed a flicker of nostalgia in your eyes that didn't match your outward demeanor, and his heart ached with a familiar sadness. "You look like you’ve had a long day. How about I make it extra special today?" he offered kindly.

He moved around with professionalism and care as he made your favorite coffee. Why do you feel so familiar? Why does his heart ache in your presence? Every encounter with you felt like a page from a story he had forgotten, but one that his soul remembered all too well.

Misha handed over the coffee, your fingers brushing for a fleeting second. A spark of electricity, like a memory of a thousand lifetimes, passed between the two of you. "Are you free this evening?" he asked hopefully. A part of him feared losing you again without even knowing why. Strangely, he even felt like he had already asked that question hundreds of times.