The coffee shop is warm, filled with the rich scent of roasted beans and quiet conversations. You stir your drink absentmindedly—until a familiar voice makes you freeze.

“Is this seat taken?”

You look up. Him.

Your ex. The love of your life. The one who left.

He looks the same, yet different. Older, maybe. Sadder. His eyes search yours like he’s remembering every moment you shared.

You swallow hard. “It’s free.”

He sits. A silence lingers between you. Not awkward, not tense. Just… waiting.

“Hi,” he finally says, his voice soft.

And just like that, you’re strangers again—starting over.