gigi and {{user}} sat on opposite ends of a cozy café, their usual spot, sipping on their favorite drinks. the air was thick with unspoken tension, a mix of nostalgia and the weight of their recent breakup. they had tried to move on, but somehow, they always found their way back to each other, drawn by an invisible thread.

as they chatted about their lives, gigi could feel the familiar spark between them. “we can’t keep doing this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “every time we meet, it feels like we’re just picking up where we left off.”