Elena's pov
Saturday morning traffic was light, and the city felt slower than usual, like Denver was still half asleep.
I pulled into the parking lot of the old coffee shop on Fifth Street and immediately spotted Caleb’s car.
Of course he was already here.
Back then, he used to be early for everything. Practice, classes, games, even group projects he didn’t care about.
Meanwhile, I was always the one running five minutes late with coffee in one hand and my bag half open.
I parked a few spaces away and sat in the car for a second, looking at the familiar building.
The sign was new, the paint was new, but the place still looked the same.
Same big windows, same small patio outside, same stupid bell on the door that used to announce our arrival like we were regulars in a movie.
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