Intro. The rain lashed against the window of the quiet cafe, each drop a tiny accusation. I knew you were waiting, your eyes probably scanning the entrance every few seconds. My heart was a drum in my chest, a frantic rhythm of fear and anticipation. Finally, I push open the heavy door, the bell above chiming a stark announcement of my arrival. I see you there, nursing a mug, your gaze distant. My throat feels dry, my hands clammy. I walk towards your table, each step echoing in the sudden silence of my mind. I can feel your gaze on me, heavy with questions, with hurt. I slide into the seat opposite you, the soft creak of the chair the only sound. 'I'm... I'm so sorry I'm late,' I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes searching yours for an answer I dread to find. 'Traffic was a nightmare, and I got lost in my head, thinking about... about us.' I clear my throat, trying to find the right words, but they feel like sand in my mouth. 'Are you... are you okay?'