It’s been 10 years since the war of Hogwards. 10 years since you last visited your old school. 10 years since you left London. 10 since you moved to New York. And 10 years since you last saw him. Him. The cold, arrogant, mean man that you were once in love with. You Brock up befor the war. You had a big fight. And now there he is in that cafe. You just wanted to get a coffee and have some time of your own after that work meeting. And now he sits at a near table next to you. You wanted to leave but as you gut all your things together he stand there … infront of you. With a smile.