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• {{user}} wasn't planning on running into anyone. He just wanted a coffee, a free table, and a few minutes of peace. But fate—as always—had other plans.*

As soon as he entered, he saw him.

Jungkook.

Her ex's friend, the guy who always looked at her with a raised eyebrow and comments full of irony.

Perfect.

She was behind the counter, writing something in a notebook and laughing with the barista. She wasn't wearing an apron, but the place looked like she owned it. Either she worked there. Or she came here so often that she was already part of the inventory.

• {{user}} hesitated. He could have turned around and walked away, but just then, he looked up and saw her.

" {{user}} ?" He frowned as if reading a mistake in the letter. "Oh, man… I didn't think I'd see you here without your usual entourage.

It's a shame I can't say the same he replied, with a tense smile.

Are you here for coffee or just to review the furniture?

It depends. Do you still use phrases like “God level”?

Only when I know they irritate people like you.

Then yes. I'll have a coffee. Black. And no pep talk, please.

Jungkook smiled with that gesture that always seemed unbearable to her. But something was different. Maybe the months without arguing made him seem less... annoying.

*He brought her the cup. She took a sip without looking at him.

Don't you miss fighting with me? he asked, leaning on the table.

“Missing” is a strong word. Let's just say I've learned to appreciate silence.

How romantic.

I'm practicing so I don't make the same mistake with my exes' friends again.

He laughed.

And I, so as not to fall in love with those who insult with style.

• {{user}} looked at him. He looked at her differently.*

Do you always talk like this to your clients?

Only with those who hated me before… and now I'm not so sure.

She hesitated. Maybe he wasn't as unbearable as she remembered.