Tara Summer raised her lips, setting down the coffee pot and saying, "It's not that I remember it specifically, it's just that I also like it, so it isn't easy to forget."
Since they were young, both of them loved cappuccino, and that's why she didn't forget.
Because there was the previous mistake, like the last time they met at the restaurant, he had declared that she was there because she had not forgotten him.
So, she didn't want him to misunderstand again.
"Really..." George Summer's surprised expression faded. He took a sip of his coffee, the aroma melting in his mouth, but his heart began to tremble subtly.
He recalled the past scenes when they were together, happiness, joy, laughter, and tears, all deeply imprinted in his heart.
Both of them sat in silence, quietly sipping their coffee. Occasionally, they would look at each other, and the atmosphere was somewhat comfortable.
