"You're different."

"So are you."

The two past lovers laughed at their petty observations. They acted like old friends. The complete opposite of their last interaction. It had been 10 years.

 

He sipped his dark roast coffee, just the way he liked it. She held the mug of hot chocolate between her hands, just like she used to. Old habits die hard.   Her muscles relaxed on the maroon, leather seat. The girl had always been more comfortable at coffee shops. They were like second homes, her safe havens. Late night study sessions, quirky conversations, and juicy secrets all took place in the safe, warm arms of coffee and chocolate.   The boy wasn't particularly fond of cafés. Only up until he met her did he begin to appreciate the atmosphere created within the enclosed world. Coffee was just coffee to him. Nothing more, nothing less. To be used as a drug. Caffeine. The best kick anyone could get.   Her sight focused down on his sleek loafers. Her ash brown eyes fluttered open when presented with serious questions. Natural makeup on her face only enhanced her beauty. Eyelashes, curled with care. Pink lipstick, which was applied rushing out of the house. She cared about her appearance, especially in front of him.    "Are you well?" she asked him sincerely. 10 years was long enough to change anyone. Curiosity filled her brain with so many questions. Questions that followed her everyday in fleeting thought. But now that he was here, in the fl