𝓒𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄, ᶻᵃʸⁿ ᵐᵃˡⁱᵏ

𝐗𝐕𝐈. 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞

anna's pov

it was just another day at brewed awakening, my little haven where people came for their coffee and stayed for the company. the morning rush had settled down when lila, one of my most animated regulars, burst through the door.

"anna, you won't believe who i just saw!" she said, barely containing her excitement.

i looked up from the counter, intrigued. "who?"

"zayn and isobella," she said, practically bursting with enthusiasm. "they're back! zayla is back!"

my heart did a little flip. zayla—seeing them together again felt like finding an old, cherished book that had been misplaced. i'd seen them grow up, always together in my coffee shop. then, without warning, they'd drifted apart. nobody knew exactly what had happened, just that they'd stopped following each other on social media, and the vibrant connection they'd shared had seemed to vanish overnight.

"really?" i said, grabbing my coat. "i need to see this. thanks for the heads-up, lila!"

i made my way to the park down the street, my mind filled with anticipation. when i arrived, i spotted them right away. zayn and isobella were seated on a bench beneath a sprawling oak tree. zayn, in his usual hoodie and sunglasses, looked relaxed yet mysterious. isobella, full of energy, was animatedly talking while valentina, isobella's little girl, played nearby, her laughter ringing out.

i walked over, my heart swelling with nostalgia. "well, if it isn't the community's princess and the people's prince," i said, smiling widely.

isobella's face lit up when she saw me. "oh my,  mrs walker! it's been ages!  "

" i know, dear! and please, call me anna. 'mrs. walker' makes me sound like i'm ready for retirement."

zayn looked up and gave a rare, genuine grin. "hey, mrs walker. or should i say anna? it's nice to see you again."

i took a seat beside them, feeling the warmth of old memories. "i've been good, just running the shop and keeping up with everyone. but seeing you two together again—it's like a piece of the past has come back to life."

isobella laughed, her eyes twinkling. "yeah, it's pretty surreal. it's like hitting a rewind button and we're teenagers again."

zayn nodded in agreement. "yeah, it's like things have come full circle."

we chatted about their lives. how zayn mentioned he'd been working on new music and was looking for a producer, and how i seized the opportunity to recommend isobella, the very reason they were reconnecting. "oh, so it seems you did take up my suggestion about a producer," i said, teasingly.

zayn laughed, a rare sound that made me smile. "yeah, i guess i did."

as we continued talking, valentina approached us, her curiosity shining through. "hiiiiiiiiii. i valentina. do you know my mummy?" she asked shyly.

i smiled warmly at her. "yes, i do. i remember when your mummy and zayn used to come into the shop all the time. it's wonderful to see you."

valentina beamed. "i'm four now! and i'm learning to ride a bike. vrummmmm vrummmm."

"that's fantastic!" i said. "i bet your mummy and zayn are very proud of you."

we reminisced about the past. zayn and isobella shared stories from their childhood, their laughter blending with the ambient sounds of the park. zayn spoke about his travels and new projects in his straightforward, almost enigmatic manner, while isobella talked about the joys and challenges of motherhood. despite their time apart, the bond between them was as strong as ever.

"being a mum has really changed my life," isobella said with a smile. "it's a lot of work, but also incredibly rewarding."

zahn looked at her with admiration. "i can see that. you've always been so dedicated. one of my favourite things about you."

i nodded, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. "it's wonderful to see you both together again. it's like a cherished piece of our community's history has returned."

as the sun began to set, signaling that it was time for them to leave, zayn made a playful comment about owing me a coffee for all those years of free refills.

"next time you're in the shop, coffee's on me," i said with a smile. "just make sure you bring isobella and valentina along."

"deal," zayn said with a grin. "we'll definitely be back for that."

as they stood up and began to leave, valentina between them, i felt a warm glow of contentment. zayla's reunion had brought back a sense of nostalgia and happiness. it was like seeing a beloved chapter of our community's story come back to life.

i headed back to the coffee shop, eager to share the news. zayla was back, and their reunion was a story worth telling.

even though isobella hadn't returned to the coffee shop since zayn left, and our conversations had been limited to other places, seeing them together again felt like a beautiful full circle. it reminded me that even as life changes, some bonds endure, and sometimes, the best stories are the ones that come from our own lives.

𝐚𝐯𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬!

this is so random idk i like the idea of her being a mother figure

also i had to fix the roman numerals of the chapters because why did it go from 6 to 20...

# MATHS ISNT MY STRONG SUITE