The rain drizzled softly against the windows of the small café, the golden glow from inside casting a warm reflection onto the damp streets. You sighed, stirring your coffee absentmindedly, lost in thought. It had been a long day, and the last thing you expected was to run into him.

He walked in, shaking the rain from his jacket, eyes scanning the room. The moment he spotted you, time seemed to slow. It had been months—maybe even a year—since you last saw him. A past love, a lingering what-if.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” He said, sliding into the seat across from you without asking. His voice was familiar, a little deeper, a little softer.

You swallowed, heart picking up speed.

“Yeah, well… guess the universe has a sense of humor.”

He smirked, the same way he always did when he knew he had your attention. The café buzzed around you, but in that moment, it felt like just the two of you, caught in the glow of old memories and unsaid words.

“Do you ever think about—” He hesitated, fingers tracing the rim of their cup.

“About us?” You finished for him.

His eyes met yours, and for the first time in a long time, neither of you looked away.

Maybe, just maybe, the universe did know what it was doing.