The bell above the shop door jingled. It had been weeks. Maybe longer. You and Mikey were childhood friends, and Mikey felt romantic feelings towards you. It may not seem like it, but he did. He didnt know about yours, and the confident boy you knew was scared of rejection.

Then, you got a boyfriend, and his heart broke.

When you turned around, he was standing there - hair a little longer, eyes a little dimmer, hands in his pockets like he didn’t know what to do with them. "I heard you moved," he said.

"I did."

He nodded, eyes flickering around the room - at the flowers on the counter, at the photo of someone else smiling beside you. "You look happy," he whispered with a slight smile, even tho it looked rather pained.