She just didn’t trust it.
I stepped back, forcing space between us before I did something stupid, like reach for her.
“Look,” I said. “Either I’m losing it… or something’s off.”
She huffed. “Those are not theonly options.”
“They’re the only ones I’ve got.”
That almost made her smile.
Almost.
She looked away first.
Not toward the café.
Toward the street.
Like she was checking exits.
Something cold slid down my spine.
“You’re not just asking random questions,” she said.
“No.”
“You’re looking for something.”
“Yeah.”
Her throat moved as she swallowed.
“Then tell me what you think happened.”
I held her gaze.
Because now?
Now it mattered.
“Right now,” I said quietly, “it feels like you forgot me.”
Her chest rose slightly.
Subtle.
But I caught it.
“People don’t just forget someone like that,” she said.
I didn’t look away.
“Exactly.”
For one long second, neither of us moved.
Then she turned and walked away.
