The coffee is still warm in your hand. Callum is a few steps ahead, laughing at something, completely unaware. Six months ago, you said no to him three times before you finally, quietly, let him in. You told yourself it was fine. That you weren't the type to get swept up. But you did, you fell in love. Then your phone buzzes. A screenshot from Wren. An old group chat. His name, a cash amount, a date that lines up almost perfectly with the first time he showed up at your usual table. The cup is warm. He just bought it for you. He's still smiling. You don't know whether to put it down or throw it.