“Here we are,” Celeste announced. “This place has the best mac and cheese that will make you forget even your name,”.
I mustered a small smile, grateful for her attempt to lift my spirits. As we entered the café, the warm aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering spices swirled into my nostrils. I felt the pain in my chest ebbing away slowly.
I and Celeste settled into a quiet booth and soon Celeste was chatting to me about her own college experiences, painting vivid pictures of late-night study sessions, impromptu road trips, and friendships. My mood began to lift and the weight on my chest finally eased.
By the time we finished our meal and had dessert, I had forgotten about Kai and his woman. The drive home was filled with a comfortable silence, broken occasionally by Celeste pointi
