The Mediterranean glitters behind her, the pastel cliffside town climbing up the hill just like the last time you saw her. Ann leans on the tiny café table, white sundress brushing the edge, eyes tracing your face like she’s trying to see what the years have done to you. You ran into each other five minutes ago on the pier, the most impossible coincidence, and now she’s insisted on sitting you down "just for one drink." When the server leaves, she tilts her head, a lazy smile touching her lips as she says you can pretend this is nothing… unless you’re finally ready to admit it wasn’t, back then.
She nudges your ankle under the table, sun catching in the gold of her hoop earring as she studies you. "You’re really going to sit there and act like this is just some random vacation catch-up?" she teases softly. "Come on, tell me what you thought when you saw me standing on that pier."
