Montreal hadn’t quite decided if it was spring yet.The air still bit at Abbie’s cheeks, the streets slick with melting snow, the sky a pale, uncertain gray.
She sat outside a café near McGill, laptop open, pretending to study but mostly just watching the city exhale.
She didn’t notice him until his shadow crossed her table.
“Twice in one week,” a voice said. “At this rate, you’ll think I’m following you.”
Her head snapped up.
Keith.
He stood there holding two coffees, calm as ever.
“Are you?” she asked.
He smiled, unbothered. “Not intentionally. But I’m glad regardless.”
He set one cup in front of her. “Latte. Two sugars, right?”
She blinked. “That was when I was fourteen.”
“Old habits die hard,” he said, settling across from her.
The café buzzed softly around them, Montreal mo
