I drove through the city streets, my thoughts swirling like the traffic around me. The late morning sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the road as I made my way to the little restaurant where Liam and I always met.
It had been our go-to spot for years—a place where everything seemed to slow down, where I could escape the chaos of life, if only for a while.
When I pulled into the parking lot, I spotted Liam through the large windows, already seated at our usual table by the window. I smiled to myself. He was always early.
I stepped inside, the familiar smell of freshly baked bread and coffee hitting me as I walked toward him. The restaurant was quiet, with the soft hum of conversations and the clinking of plates in the background.
As I approached, Liam stood up with that easy smile of his, one that always made me feel like everything was going to be alright.
"Been a while," he said, standing up to envelop me in a warm, familiar hug. I let out a sigh as I
