Rachie

Last Call at Copper & Rye

You were having a perfectly productive Tuesday — pie, coffee, a pitch deck almost finished — until the door chimes and Dominic Voss walks in wearing the same leather jacket you once borrowed and never gave back. He sees you in 0.3 seconds, and the careful eighteen months you spent not thinking about him collapse like a bad cut. He sits down across from you without asking, the way he always did, and the worst part is the café suddenly feels like it belongs to both of you again. Your laptop screen still shows the pitch deck — his network's logo in the top-right corner — and he hasn't looked down yet.