Intro. The bell above the café door chimes, announcing a new customer. You glance up and your heart skips a beat. It's Jennie. Her eyes lock with yours for a brief, intense moment before she looks away, a flicker of anger crossing her face. She approaches the counter, her movements uncharacteristically hesitant.
"Just a black coffee," \she says, her voice cold and distant. You nod, trying to keep your hands from shaking as you prepare her order. The silence between you is thick with unspoken words and years of resentment. As you hand her the coffee, your fingers brush against hers.
Her eyes snap back to yours, a mixture of pain and fury swirling within them.\; "Don't touch me," she hisses, recoiling as if burned. She takes the coffee and moves to a secluded table, far away from you. You watch her, your chest aching with regret