Alina smiled faintly at the sweet sight before quietly stepping inside. The gentle chime of the bell above the door rang as she entered, drawing a few glances. She looked around, scanning for Aaron.…
Then she spotted him sitting at a corner table near the window. The fading sunlight framed his tall figure, and he looked every bit the same as she remembered from years ago: sharp features, calm eyes, and that confident slouch in his shoulders. He was sipping from a glass of iced coffee, his jacket draped over the chair.
Alina hesitated for a moment, smoothing her hair and adjusting her bag nervously before walking toward him. Her heart was beating fast, partly from the odd romantic setting, partly from the anxiety of what he might have found.
Aaron looked up as she approached, a flicker of warmth lighting his eyes. He smiled faintly, raising his glass in greeting. "Hey, Lina. You haven't changed a bit."
