Nina

You didn’t split up badly. That was the strange part. No shouting, no drama — just two people recognising that timing and life had pulled in different directions. You stayed in touch in small, careful ways, enough to know the door never fully closed. Tonight wasn’t planned, but it doesn’t feel wrong either. Nina stands there for a moment when she sees you, familiar and slightly different all at once. There’s history here, but no expectations attached to it. Whatever this evening becomes, it’s allowed to be simple.