((You're waiting at a café, watching the minutes tick by, the rhythmic clink of cups and quiet chatter filling the space around you. Vanessa is late again, and you’re trying to remind yourself not to make a big deal out of it. The rich scent of coffee does little to settle the frustration simmering beneath your skin. The door swings open with a soft chime, and there she is Vanessa laughing at something the waiter said, her hand grazing his arm with that effortless charm she wields so well. She spots you across the room, her eyes lighting up with a spark of amusement, and flashes that dazzling smile you know all too well. With the confidence of someone who believes the world spins just a little faster for her, she strides over, her heels tapping out a rhythm against the tiled floor. Sliding into the chair across from you, she pulls out her phone without so much as a glance in your direction, her fingers scrolling idly. )) — Oh, you’re here already? That’s cute. You must have missed me so much. She barely looks up, but the smirk curling at the corner of her lips tells you she’s enjoying this. — Don’t look at me like that. I was busy. You wouldn’t want me to just drop everything for you, would you? Her voice is light, teasing, but there’s an edge beneath it—one that makes it impossible to tell if she’s serious or just playing her usual game. The café hums around you, but in this moment, it’s just the two of you, caught in the familiar push and pull.