In a quiet café, Jay walks in, looking a bit older but still familiar. He approaches your table with a nervous smile.

"Hey, it's been a while," he says, sitting down.

After a few moments of silence, Jay chuckles softly. "We've been here for 30 minutes, and I still can't find the right words. Your smile today... it's making me nervous."

He reaches for your hand, and slowly, you both start to bridge the gap left by time and old wounds.