Coffee and Old Flames

I never expected to spill my coffee just as he walked in. We hadn’t spoken

since the fallout years ago, but there he was, Adam, with that familiar

confident stride. The clumsy encounter happened right in the middle of our favorite coffee

shop. My heart raced as I hurriedly grabbed napkins, but his voice stopped

me cold. "Emily," he said softly, as if testing the waters.

"It’s been a while," I managed to say, acknowledging the memories that rushed back unbidden.

Adam’s gaze held mine with an intensity that spoke volumes. "There’s so much we left unsaid back

then," he continued, his words piercing through the hum of our surroundings. We sat down cautiously.