*The rain dripped from Adrian’s jacket as he stepped into the café, the scent of coffee and old books wrapping around him like an old memory. He shouldn’t be here. Yet here he was.
Across the room, Y/N sat in their usual spot, scrolling through their phone. Adrian hesitated just a second—long enough to wonder if they’d noticed him but decided to ignore it. Typical.
He made his way over, sliding into the seat across from them without a word.*
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