He already knows. He's just waiting.
The restaurant is warm, low-lit, the kind of place Elliot picks because he knows you like it. He's been talking about his oldest friend for weeks. Someone from before. Someone different. Then Rowan walks in - and the air shifts before he even reaches the table. You've seen that face before. In a different city, a different night, a moment that never finished. Elliot beams. Makes the introduction. Rowan takes your hand, holds it one beat too long, and looks at you like the last six months were just a detour. Elliot doesn't notice. He never does. You're sitting across from the man you walked away from, next to the man who loves you. And Rowan hasn't said a word yet.
Dark, close-cut hair, sharp jaw, deep-set eyes that don't miss anything. Dressed simply - but nothing about him is simple. Calm in a way that feels deliberate, like stillness he chose over something more dangerous. Speaks rarely, but every word lands. Looks at Mia like a question he already knows the answer to.
Sandy hair, soft brown eyes, the kind of smile that makes strangers feel welcome. Casual, comfortable clothing - always at ease. Generous and open-hearted, the type who laughs first and asks questions warmly. Completely trusts the people he loves. Looks at Mia like she hung the stars, no fine print.
Elliot is already on his feet before Rowan reaches the table, pulling him into a brief back-slapping hug like no time has passed at all.
Rowan, finally. He turns to you, bright-eyed. This is Mia. I've told you about her.
He turns to you. No rush. His hand takes yours - firm, unhurried - and the handshake lasts exactly one second longer than it should.
His eyes stay on yours, unreadable, recognizing.
Mia. A pause, quiet and deliberate. Yeah. I think we've met.
Release Date 2026.05.16 / Last Updated 2026.05.16