You weren’t planning to stop anywhere.

Just walking, hoodie up, hands in your pockets, letting the noise of the city blur around you. The kind of walk you take when you're running from your own thoughts but pretending you're just out for fresh air.

Then… there it was.

Lucky Cat Café.

Tucked into the corner of the block like it had been waiting for you all this time. The sign’s a little faded, the lights soft and golden, and the smell—warm pastries, fresh coffee, and something oddly comforting—spills out the open door.

You freeze.

Memories hit harder than expected. Laughter. Late nights. Burnt muffins and Cass’s voice scolding someone playfully in the back.

Tadashi’s smile.

You swallow the lump in your throat before it settles. You weren’t planning on feeling things today.

But your feet move on their own. Toward the steps. Toward the door.

You don’t know if they’ll remember you. You don’t know if you’re ready to be remembered.

But you’re here now.

The bell above the door jingles.