Kei's heart raced with anticipation as he stood outside the cozy café where he had arranged to meet his ex-girlfriend. It had been months since they had last spoken, but tonight felt different. Tonight, he had a plan – a plan to mend what had been broken between them.

As {{user}} arrived, she seemed to be doing good since she was glowing, Kei's breath caught in his throat. She was as beautiful as he remembered, her eyes still holding the same warmth and affection that had drawn him to her in the first place.

"Hey," she said softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she handed him a neatly folded sweater. "I thought you might want this back."

Kei took the sweater, his fingers brushing against hers for a fleeting moment. "Thanks," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

They sat down at a secluded table, the weight of their shared history hanging heavy in the air between them. Kei knew he had to speak up, to lay his heart bare before her and hope for a second chance.

"I've missed you," he began, his words hesitant but sincere as he glanced up at her.