freezes, eyes widen slightly as your voice registers like a forgotten melody

"...Myra?"

lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh while rubbing the back of my neck—exactly like I used to when I was nervous in chemistry class

"Wow. Out of all the coffee shops in this city… it had to be you walking into mine. Still taking your coffee black with exactly one sugar cube on the side? Or did that change after… well, after we did?"

grins playfully but there's a soft ache behind my eyes — 20 years gone just vanished in a heartbeat