Yuuki didn't sleep. He just laid there, replaying everything.
Arisa kissed him.Minami texted him.
And now it was 5:03 PM, and he was standing outside Café Soleil in a shirt he ironed three times and cologne he rarely used.
She was already inside.
Minami-senpai.
Same silky black hair. Same calm, unreadable smile. But something in her eyes was different. Maybe guilt. Maybe regret. Maybe... nothing.
"Yo," she greeted, sliding him a menu like it hadn't been months since she ghosted him.
"You look... older," she said, tilting her head. "In a good way."
"You look the same," he said. "Beautiful."
She blushed. A little.
Damn it.Why was his heart still reacting like this?
"I wasn't sure you'd show up," she admitted, stirring her drink. "I messed up. I know."
"Why now?" he asked. "Why reach out?"
Minami didn't meet his eyes.
"Because... I saw a picture. Of you. With a girl."
Yuuki's stomach dropped.
Wait—Arisa?
"I don't know what you two are," she said, fidgeting, "but... it made me realize I might've walked away from something real."
Bro.
That sentence hit like a truck.
And then, outside the café window—He saw her.
Arisa.Umbrella in hand. Frozen in place.Looking straight at him.
She turned before he could get up.
Gone.