It was a chilly Saturday morning, and the city was just waking up. Drew, with his usual soft smile and spark of excitement, suggested we meet for breakfast at Charlie’s. “I’ll ask Melissa,” he said, hopeful. “You should invite Rhys.”
Our first reunion since that unforgettable summer at the beach house. Maybe a perfect moment frozen in time—or the start of something new.
As the sun peeked through grey clouds, Drew and I walked together to the diner. His arm brushed mine occasionally, each touch sending warmth through the crisp air. The neon sign of Charlie’s flickered ahead, a beacon calling us back to simpler times.
Melissa and Rhys were making their way separately, but we all converged on this one place that promised new memories.
Inside, Charlie’s was alive with chatter and clinking
