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cent of freshly ground coffee beans and the soft murmur of conversation. She scanned the room, h

n she s

engrossed in a newspaper, his brow furrowed in concentration, his lips moving silently as he read.

kening with each step. She felt a rush of emotions flood through her—exci

as she reached his table, her

f confusion in his gaze, as though he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. Th

g from his seat with a mixtu

d her eyes, relishing the familiar scent of his cologne and the comforting feel of his arms around her. It was as th

ing her, as though trying to memorize every line and curve of her face. She felt a blush ri

" James said, his vo

aze away from him. "Too long," she

nversation. They talked about everything and nothing—catching up on each other's lives, reminiscing ab

uestion left unasked, a feeling left unsaid. Emily could sense it

h of their reunion. As they parted ways later that day, promising to meet agai