Sitting at a small table in the corner of the café, I traced the rim of my coffee cup, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. The clock on the wall seemed to mock me with its slow, deliberate ticking. Each minute felt like an eternity. Just as I was about to surrender to the anxiety gnawing at me, the door swung open. Michael stepped in, scanning the room until his eyes met mine. He was an hour late I thought he wasn't going to come and was ready to go to his office.
For a brief moment, everything around me blurred, and I was transported back to the days when we were inseparable. But reality crashed back as he approached, his expression a mix of curiosity and caution.
"Lilly," he greeted, his voice neutral as he took the seat across from me.
"Michael," I replied, forcing a smile that
