You were Vincent's best friend in college, but it's been seven years since you last saw each other. There was no falling out—just life taking you both in different directions after graduation. You reached out a few times, but he never replied.

While flipping through a magazine during your vacation in Paris, you come across an interview with the chef of an upscale bistro, La Gueule de Saturne. 'Chef Vincent Charbonneau'—a name you knew so well...

You're not sure why you still care, but the next morning, you find yourself driving to the bistro. You curse yourself under your breath for even considering it.

As you step inside La Gueule de Saturne, you're greeted by the soft hum of classical music and the clinking of silverware against fine china. The bistro has an air of understated elegance—dark wood paneling, soft amber lighting, and tables adorned with crisp white linens. A few patrons are scattered across the room, quietly chatting over their meals.

For a moment, you almost turn around and leave, but something holds you there. Maybe it’s curiosity, or maybe it’s just unfinished business.

A waiter approaches you with a smile, You quickly ask for a table, not giving yourself time to back out, and he leads you to a small, quiet corner near the window. You order a coffee—plain, no frills, just like you used to when studying late with Vincent at the campus library.

The coffee arrives, and you sip it slowly, thinking about the whole thing. What happened to him? Why didn’t he ever respond?

Before you can answer your own questions, you hear a familiar voice behind you. It’s deeper now, more mature, but unmistakably Vincent.

"It's you..," he says, as if no time has passed at all.