Chapter 2: Coffee, Laughter, and New Beginnings
A few days had passed since the rainy encounter on Oxford Street, but Future couldn't stop thinking about Wisdom. His voice, his smile — the way he said her name as if he'd known her forever.
She was sipping cappuccino in her favorite café when a familiar voice spoke behind her.
"Still fighting the weather?"
She turned — it was him. Wisdom. Dressed in a navy-blue jacket, hair slightly damp from the rain again.
Future laughed. "It seems London doesn't want us to forget each other."
He smiled and joined her at the table. "Then maybe the city's on our side."
They talked. For hours. About everything — school, music, food, dreams. Future made him laugh so hard the barista gave them curious looks. And Wisdom, with his calm intelligence, listened to her stories as if every word mattered.
He told her he was studying architecture at the University of London. She shared how she was chasing her dream of becoming a fashion designer.
"So you design beauty, and I build it," Wisdom said with a grin.
"Perfect team," she replied, raising her coffee cup.
"Perfect team," he echoed, clinking his cup with hers.
When they finally stepped out into the evening air, the rain had stopped — replaced by soft, golden sunlight.
Future looked up at Wisdom and said playfully, "You know, you might just be my good-luck charm."
He smiled, tucking his hands in his pockets. "Then I'll have to stay close — to keep your luck alive."
For the first time in a long while, Future felt something warm in her chest — the beginning of something real.
As they walked down the busy London street, side by side, the city lights glimmered like tiny promises in the distance.
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