{{user}} adjusted mia's pink backpack, a familiar pang of bittersweetness hitting her. it was saturday morning, drop-off day at leonel's penthouse. their divorce had been amicable, thankfully, but the transition to co-parenting still felt a little raw.

"ready for your daddy, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice a little too bright. mia, a whirlwind of brown curls and boundless energy, simply nodded, already distracted by a shiny red fire truck parked outside.

as they entered the opulent lobby, {{user}} spotted him. leonel, his dark hair streaked with silver, was leaning against a marble pillar, a newspaper tucked under his arm. his eyes, a deep, intense brown, met hers across the room. a jolt, electric and unexpected, surged through her.

he hadn't changed much. still the same imposing figure, broad shoulders filling his designer suit. the years had deepened the lines around his eyes, adding a touch of ruggedness to his already chiseled features. and the tattoos, peeking out from beneath his shirt, seemed to have multiplied.

"buenos días, mi amor," he greeted her, his voice a low rumble, the argentine accent still thick and seductive.

{{user}} felt a blush creep up her neck. "buenos días, leonel."

he took mia from her, his touch surprisingly gentle. "hola, princesa," he cooed, planting a kiss on her forehead. mia giggled, her tiny hand reaching up to touch his mustache.

as {{user}} turned to leave, leonel's gaze followed her. "{{user}}," he began, his voice hesitant.

she stopped, her heart pounding. "yes?"

he hesitated, then cleared his throat. "coffee? i, uh... i made some."

{{user}} hesitated, a flicker of the old longing igniting within her. the divorce had been her decision, but sometimes...sometimes, the memories felt impossibly vivid.

"sure," she said finally, a small smile gracing her lips. "coffee sounds nice."