It was a warm September day
when he checked his phone one more time.
A message waited for him:
I'll be there soon.
Save me a seat.
And order that drink I like,
you know the one.
He smiled.
Inside Epic Universe,
the Wizarding World was alive with chaos.
Muggles everywhere,
wandering through a world
that somehow felt more magical
when he was waiting for her.
He found a table
and took his seat.
A waitress approached.
"Will you be having anything?"
He smiled.
"Two frozen Butter Beers
and a crêpe, please."
She looked around.
"Are you expecting someone?"
He glanced toward the entrance.
"Yes."
A few minutes passed.
Then he saw her.
She was wearing her favorite shirt,
the one with the words
that had always made him believe
there was still light waiting
even in the darkest times.
She walked toward him.
"Sorry I'm late."
He smiled.
"Some women are worth the wait."
She blushed.
"You still use that cheesy line?"
"Only on you."
She laughed,
and somehow the years between them
felt a little smaller.
Two frozen Butter Beers
were placed between them.
They raised their glasses.
And as their drinks touched,
he looked into her eyes
and whispered,
"You were always worth the wait."
For a moment,
the noise of the Muggles disappeared.
There was no past.
No uncertainty.
No tomorrow.
Just September sunlight,
two Butter Beers,
and the woman
he had never stopped waiting for.
