It settles over me the second Drew and I walk in.
It’s familiar.
A full circle moment.
I glance at Drew.
No, not quite.
Because now we’re walking in together, our hands clasped.
And he’s watching me.
Not the menu.
Not the line.
Me.
“Remember the last time we were here?” he asks.
I grin. “Yes.”
“You planned it. Didn’t you?”
“What? Accidentally bumping into you here?” I deadpan. “Not at all.”
His mouth twitches slightly. “I knew it.”
I raise my brows. “If you did, you were in deep denial.”
He chuckles. “Not anymore.”
We order and move to the other end of the counter to pick up our coffee.
The barista calls our names from behind the counter.
Before either of us can move, a loud crash echoes from the back.
"I'm okay!" a woman calls. "Nobody panic! The muffins survived!"
Drew raises an eyebrow. "Does this happen often?"
The barista sighs. "More than you'd think."
Drew guides me to the same table we sat at the last time we were here.
He pulls out my chair before taking the seat across from me.
Just like last time.
Except everything is different now.
Drew leans back slightly, one hand around his cup, still watching me. “You’re quiet.”
My eyes don’t leave his. “Just admiring the view.”
He chuckles, his cheeks tinged pink. “You’re good at blowing up my ego.”
