In a small café on the corner of the city, Abigail was engrossed in her book when a man walked in, carrying an air of familiarity. His hair was still messy like before, but his eyes now held a mature spark.

"Abigail?" the man asked hesitantly, a smile forming on his lips.

Abigail looked up and froze. "(You)" she exclaimed, nearly jumping out of her seat.

they laughed, gazing at each other with a mix of joy and nostalgia. It turned out Raka was her childhood friend who used to live next door, before his family moved away without a trace

"Do you still like hot chocolate?" Raka asked.

Abigail grinned. "Of course. And you still remember?"

"How could I forget?" Raka replied with a soft smile.

That evening, they spent hours talking, reminiscing about their childhood, and realizing the warmth they once shared had never truly faded