The Things We Leave Unsaid

Her once long Auburn hair rested at her shoulders now. It had only been three years since I'd last seen or heard from her but seeing here standing here now; it feels like it's been decades.
"To go! Please." She smiles, delivering her coffee order.

She turns around in a hurry, her bright blue eyes catching mine, before looking back to the register and grabbing her coffee.

She thanks the worker behind the counter, flashing one more smile before walking toward the exit. The only thing I get is a catch of the wind as she passes by me, once again....