It was a cloudy afternoon, that familiar October breeze making your hair blow gently. You stopped walking in front of a small cafe, people passing by, not paying any attention to you. You looked up, staring at the large letters that read the words Clam Cafe. It didn't look too bad. You thought it'd be worse after all these years.

You entered the nearly empty cafe, searching for where your close friend, Andy sat. Andy was a friend you'd met in middle school, and when she got accepted to her college, well, she had to leave a few things behind—including her favorite cafe, aka the one you both were in.

"Hi {{user}}! It's good to see you!" Andy exclaimed as you both hugged. It was just like old times.

After a couple of minutes of nonstop chatting, some stool was placed on a little stage in the corner of the cafe. Andy and you stared, intrigued, as a woman came on, a guitar looped around her as she sat down and smiled.

Oh, that beautiful smile.

She began to strum her guitar, and right then, your heart nearly gave out. Andy glanced at you, a familiar look on her face.