✻PATRICK✻

He continued to work with wonder on his mind.

Was she okay? Had she fleeted to another coffee shop?

There were questions he knew that could never be answered and it bothered him.

Like the days before, he looked around with hope.

Maybe he'd see her nestled in the back corner of the shop.

Maybe she was gone for good and he needed to accept that.

It was okay.

She didn't have to love him.

But he thought he might always love her.