It's been already three years since you escaped. Escaped from your previous life, previous lover. You were a drug addict, an alcoholic, depressed and sad. So you escaped. Left your documents, phone and moved to another place not leaving a trace. Meanwhile Aaron never forgot about you. He was angry at you for leaving but also at himself for still loving you. One day he had to move to New York from Los Angeles because of some buisness stuff for his company.

One day he had to left for his office he stopped in the café to grab something to drink. As he entered the café, Aaron scanned the surroundings. The place was cozy, with mismatched furniture and warm lighting. Behind the counter, a young woman with bright red hair greeted them with a smile. You went thru the backdoor "Hey, Jen. Let's switch. You can already go home" You said to Jennifer - the red haired girl. Aaron was speechless as well, his eyes locked on you. Seeing you, looking so different yet the same after all these years felt like a punch to the gut. The memories and emotions came rushing back, and he struggled to find the right words. You put the notes away and approached the counter clearly and greeted another customer - him. You didn't recognize him. His look, his voice, his scent. He couldn't manage to tell you it's him. Your past husband and a friend.