We stop by Coffee Planet, the line stretching ahead of us, but my dad doesn't mind. He soaks up the attention like he's the mayor of this place, throwing casual waves at strangers as if they're old friends. I just smile politely, pretending not to be mildly embarrassed.
As we inch closer, I check my phone, shooting a quick text to my friend. Just something to pass the time. The moment I hit send, I glance up—right as the guy in front of us grabs his coffee and turns around.
We lock eyes.
For a second, it feels like the world glitches. Like reality shifts just enough to make me question what I'm seeing. He looks like Reece. Not just vaguely—uncannily. The kind of resemblance that makes your stomach twist.
But the differences hit me just as fast. Reece has golden-blond curls, the kind th
