「 bewitched 」 ᴋᴀʏɴ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Chapter XII

You couldn't shake the feeling of excitement and apprehension as you waited for Sylas's reply. As you finished cleaning the kitchen, your mind raced with memories of high school, and the bond you shared with Sylas. He was more than just an older friend; he had been your confidant, mentor, and protector during those turbulent years.

Your phone buzzed again, snapping you out of your reverie. You glanced at the screen, a small smile grazing your lips.

Sounds good, bud. Looking forward to it. How about tomorrow at 2 PM?

Tomorrow at 2 PM works for me. See you then

With the meeting set, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. What would it be like to see Sylas again after all this time? What stories did he have to share about his time away? And most importantly, why did he suddenly reach out?

As the day wore on, you tried to focus on your studies, but your mind kept wandering back to the upcoming reunion. You glanced at the clock, realizing it was almost time for your shift at the cafe. With a sigh, you gathered your things and headed out the door, trying to shake off the anticipation that had settled in your chest.

The cafe was bustling with the usual afternoon crowd, and you quickly fell into the rhythm of taking orders and serving customers. The familiar routine helped calm your nerves, but every now and then, your thoughts drifted back to Sylas.

As the end of your shift approached, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety about the next day. You were wiping down the counter when your phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text from Kayn.

made it to the studio

Yone says hi

miss u already

how's everything going?

You smiled at the message, grateful for Kayn's constant presence in your life. You quickly replied.

Busy as usual at the cafe

Miss u too

Good luck with the rehearsal!

With a contented sigh, you put your phone away and finished up your shift. The evening passed in a blur of activity, but as you finally headed home, the anticipation of seeing Sylas again was almost overwhelming.

The next day arrived faster than you expected. You woke up early, your mind already buzzing with thoughts of the meeting. After a quick breakfast, you spent extra time picking out an outfit that struck the right balance between casual and put-together. You wanted to look good, but not like you had put in too much effort.

As the clock neared 2 PM, you made your way to the cafe, your heart pounding with each step. Today wasn't your shift at work so it was quite nice that you and Sylas decided to meet up today. The familiar scent of coffee and baked goods greeted you as you entered, and you scanned the room, searching for a glimpse of Sylas.

There, in the corner booth, sat Sylas. He looked almost exactly as you remembered - fair skinned, a slim yet muscular build, with shoulder-length black hair tied up in a bun. His thick eyebrows accentuated his intense blue eyes. He has a short stubble that added a rugged touch to his appearance. He wore a fitted gray sweater that highlighted his athletic frame and a pair of dark jeans, paired with simple black sneakers. The casual yet stylish outfit suited him perfectly.

As soon as he saw you, he stood up, his eyes crinkling with genuine warmth.

"Kid!" he called out, his voice carrying a mix of joy and nostalgia.