I didn’t see her again for weeks.
Life went back to normal.
Or at least, what I thought was normal.
Until one afternoon, everything changed.
A black car pulled up outside the restaurant.
Not the kind you usually see around here.
Clean. Quiet. Expensive.
A man stepped out first.
Then… her.
But this time…
She wasn’t the same woman.
Her clothes were different—elegant, fitted.
Her hair styled neatly.
Her posture… confident.
But her eyes?
Still the same.
She walked in, and for a second, I didn’t recognize her.
Not until she smiled.
“You probably don’t remember me,” she said gently.
But I did.
Of course I did.
“You came here… a few weeks ago,” I said slowly.
She nodded.
“I did.”
There was a pause.
The kind that carries more meaning than words.
“I wasn’t… struggling the way you thought,” she continued. “But I needed to know something.”
