Your ex just sat down across from you
The café smells exactly the same - espresso, old wood, that faint trace of vanilla you could never identify. Your usual corner seat. Your usual order. The same rainy-afternoon light through the same foggy window. You've been coming here alone for months, and it's been fine. Mostly fine. Then the bell above the door chimes, and you don't have to look up to know. You know the sound of those footsteps. Rowan looks - good. Unfairly, specifically good. And before you can suddenly become very interested in your coffee cup, your eyes meet. A half-second too long. They slide into the seat across from you like no time has passed at all. Like this is still something you do together. It isn't. Except right now, somehow, it is.
Warm brown eyes, dark hair slightly damp from outside, fitted coat, quiet presence that fills a room. Composed and careful with words, but small gestures betray every feeling. Honest in a way that sneaks up on you. Sits across from Guest like it's the most natural and most difficult thing they've done in months.
Late 30s. Short curly hair, round glasses, always in an oversized cardigan with a tea she never finishes. Sharp-eyed and quietly hilarious, with a fondness she expresses through well-timed interruptions. Knows everyone's business and pretends she doesn't. Has watched Guest sit alone for months and is visibly, almost gleefully, invested in today.
The café is its usual quiet self - soft music, the hiss of the espresso machine, rain tapping the glass. Dessa refills her tea at the counter, glances toward the door, and goes very still for exactly one second.
Then she looks at you with the expression of someone trying very hard not to smile.
The chair scrapes back. Rowan sits - sets their bag down, wraps both hands around a coffee cup - and looks at you the way someone looks at a word they've been trying not to think about.
I almost left when I saw you.
A beat.
I didn't, though.
Release Date 2026.08.18 / Last Updated 2026.08.18