A Chance to Start Again

Blythe had told herself it was just coffee.

That was all.

A casual meetup, nothing more.

But as she sat across from Caesar in the small café they used to go to all the time, she felt like she was stepping into a different version of herself—one that had existed before things fell apart, before they had become strangers.

The familiarity of it was unsettling.

And comforting.

And dangerous.

Because if she wasn't careful, she knew she could fall for him all over again.

---

Caesar hadn't stopped smiling since they walked in.

It wasn't his usual, cocky grin—the one he used around his friends, the one that made people think he didn't take anything seriously.

It was different. Softer.

Like he was genuinely happy to be here with her.

Blythe hated how much she noticed.

She took a sip of her caramel latte, watching him over the rim of her cup. "So, are you just going to stare at me the whole time, or did you actually have something to say?"

Caesar leaned back, smirking. "I just think it's funny how you're acting like this isn't a big deal."

She rolled her eyes. "Because it's not. It's just coffee."

"Uh-huh."

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you think I'm lying."

Caesar chuckled, shaking his head. "Blythe, if I've learned anything about you, it's that you lie all the time when you're trying to hide your feelings."

Her jaw tightened. "I'm not hiding anything."

His gaze softened, and for a moment, he just looked at her.

Like he was trying to memorize every detail.

Like he was seeing her for the first time all over again.

"…I missed you," he said quietly.

Blythe's heart stuttered in her chest.

She knew she should brush it off. Make a joke. Keep her walls up.

But for some reason, she couldn't.

"…I know," she admitted.

Caesar's lips parted slightly, as if he hadn't expected her to say that.

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

Then, finally, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Do you miss me?"

Blythe inhaled slowly, staring down at her drink.

She could lie.

She should lie.

But instead, she whispered, "…Yeah."

Caesar exhaled, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Good," he murmured.

And for the first time in months, Blythe allowed herself to hope that maybe—just maybe—they weren't as broken as she thought.

---

They stayed at the café longer than planned.

At first, the conversation was awkward—both of them unsure, careful, like they were tiptoeing around the past.

But then, somewhere between Caesar teasing her about still drinking the same caramel latte and Blythe rolling her eyes at one of his dumb jokes, something shifted.

They clicked again.

It wasn't perfect.

It wasn't like it used to be.

But it was something.

And that was enough.

For now.

---

By the time they left, the sun had set, leaving the streets bathed in the soft glow of streetlights.

They walked side by side, not touching, but closer than they had been in months.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

Then Caesar cleared his throat. "So… does this mean I can sit next to you in class again?"

Blythe smirked. "Depends."

"On?"

"How annoying you plan on being."

He grinned. "Very."

She sighed dramatically. "Then we'll see."

Caesar laughed, shaking his head. "I'll take it."

And for the first time in what felt like forever, they were okay again.

Not perfect.

Not completely healed.

But okay.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to start over.