The coffee shop was small and quiet.
Sebastian got there early. He sat at a table by the window, the one with the best view of the street, and watched people walk by. His knee bounced under the table. He could not sit still.
He had not slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Julian's face in the tunnel. The way his voice cracked. The way his eyes looked wet but he did not cry.
You do not remember me at all, do you?
The words had been haunting him all night.
The door opened. Julian walked in.
He was wearing a grey sweater and dark jeans, nothing like the suits Sebastian was used to seeing him in. Without the armor of expensive clothes, he looked younger. Softer. More like the boy in the memory that Sebastian could not reach.
Julian spotted him and walked over. He sat down across
