Awkward Greetings
Tom and I exchanged pleasantries as if no time had passed, yet an uneasy undercurrent lingered. Emily lingered nearby, her posture suggesting she held knowledge we didn’t. We shared a few nervous laughs, but the unspoken tension hung heavy, shrinking the room and making it feel as though we were all holding our breath. Whatever it was, only Emily truly knew.
Awkward Greetings
Coffee With Tom
Once inside, I poured Tom a cup of coffee, and we sank into conversation, reminiscing about the good old days and trading funny stories from our shared adventures. Emily joined in occasionally, more a quiet observer than a participant, her gaze flicking between us, adding a subtle tension that made the room feel both familiar and slightly strange. Outside, life went on, but inside, we existed in a bubble of shared history and lingering memories.
Coffee With Tom
