The café looked exactly the same.
Same wooden tables. Same soft lighting. Same smell of coffee and something sweet baking in the back.
Sienna stood outside for a moment. Rain starting to fall. Light drops. Gentle. Like the sky was testing her.
Through the window, she could see Noah. Sitting by their old table. The one in the corner. Near the window.
Her stomach twisted.
This was a mistake. She knew it. Could feel it in her bones.
But her feet moved anyway. Toward the door. Toward him.
The bell chimed when she walked in. Too loud. Everyone looked up.
She kept her eyes down. Walked to the table.
Noah stood when he saw her. Smiled. Small. Hesitant.
He looked different. Older somehow. Tired. Guilt written in the lines around his eyes.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi."
