Lena sat by the café window, watching raindrops race down the glass. She stirred her coffee absentmindedly, lost in thought. It was another ordinary day in the small town—until he walked in.
Daniel.
She hadn’t seen him in years, but he hadn’t changed much. The same deep brown eyes, the same half-smile that once made her heart race. He hesitated at the door, scanning the room, until his gaze landed on her.
For a moment, time stood still.
Lena felt a thousand memories rush back. Their late-night talks under the stars, the way he used to tuck her hair behind her ear, the promise they made before life pulled them apart.
And now, here he was.
He walked over, hands in his pockets, nervous yet hopeful. "Lena," he said softly.
"Daniel."
No more words were needed. Sometimes, love doesn’t fade—it waits, patiently, for the right moment to begin again.
