(Credit: @night__readers on Instagram! 𐙚)

You're at a coffee shop in London.

While you're walking, your phone starts ringing inside your bag but you humble to silence it.

"Here's your coffee," the barista says.

You barely glance up, just grab coffe mug, and walk up towards the door.

Your palm meets the soothing warmth of it and it tastes perfectly.

But then— Your eyes fall to the side of the cup.

Where your name should've been, a sentence is written instead:

"We haven't seen each other in ten years... But you still look beautiful."

You come to a halt mid-step, heart racing, and slowly turn around.

And there he is. Leaning against the counter with that same crooked smile playing on his lips.

Your high school sweetheart, Aaron.