"What are you doing here, Noel? Seriously."
I stared at him in shock. It had been seven days I heard from him. And now, he was just standing there on the other side of the counter, shattering my fragile reality.
Noel didn't look flustered at all. He just leaned his forearms against the wooden counter, his massive shoulders completely blocking out the rest of the noisy cafe. The corner of his mouth twitched into that familiar smirk. "I'm getting a cup of coffee." He tilted his head, dropping his eyes to my mouth for a second before locking right back onto my eyes. "One iced latte, one americano."
Get it together, I screamed at myself internally. Do not let him see how badly you want to hug him.
I wanted to throw my arms around his neck, bury my face in his chest, and breathe in that familiar scent.
But I choked the words down. I didn't have the right to ask. I was the one who walked away.
