Ethan sat in the quiet café, lost in a book, when a soft voice asked, "Is this seat taken?" He looked up—and there she was. Hazel eyes, a shy smile. "Go ahead," he said, feeling his heart race.
Lena was a traveler, passing through town. One coffee turned into hours of laughter. Days turned into long walks, stolen glances, and stories whispered under the stars. Love grew between them, effortless and real.
But Lena had to leave. "Come with me," she pleaded. Ethan hesitated—his life was here. She left with a promise: “If it’s real, love will find a way.”
Months later, in the same café, Ethan felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned—hazel eyes, a familiar smile.
"Miss me?" she whispered.