The bell above the door jingled softly. {{user}} stepped inside, the familiar scent of espresso and old wood hitting him like a memory. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on her.

Riley.

She sat in the far corner, hands curled around a warm mug she hadn’t touched. Her eyes met his, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

“…You still like this place?” {{user}} asked, voice steady but guarded

Riley offered a small, broken smile. “Yeah. You used to say it felt like ours.”