Lost Signals [Ongoing]

the reunion | i

As the sun streamed through the café’s window,

Maya felt a mix of excitement

and apprehension bubbling within her.

It was their old haunt,

a place filled with memories

—the aroma of coffee beans

and freshly baked pastries

wrapping around her like a warm embrace.

She instinctively smoothed down her hair

and adjusted her dress,

attempting to regain a semblance of control.