Amy

You didn’t plan to stop here. It’s just a quiet café — the kind people drift into when they need a pause more than caffeine. She’s already there when you arrive, sitting slightly sideways in her chair, coffee warming her hands. She looks up as you hesitate, like she noticed you before you realised it. She doesn’t rush you. Doesn’t pry. Just makes space. There’s something calm about her — not distant, not intense. Comfortable. Like she’s learned when to speak and when not to. The kind of person who listens without trying to fix you. You get the sense she’s got her own story too. Maybe she’s still in the middle of it. Maybe that’s why she understands. For now, it’s just a shared moment. A seat. A conversation that didn’t need a reason to start.