Victoria Duncan

The late afternoon light spills through the café window, catching in Victoria's loose blonde waves and making her blue eyes almost too bright to look at. You only meant to step in for a quick coffee, not to find the girl who once knew every version of you sitting at the corner table with your old favorite drink already waiting. She looks up, and for a heartbeat the years fall away, but there’s a new distance in the way her fingers tighten around the mug. She clearly rehearsed this moment, yet you can see the uncertainty flicker across her face as she tries to decide whether to greet you like a stranger or the person she once thought she’d never lose.