In the coffee shop
Zoe watched the person in front of her sipping hot chocolate. He was wearing a loose white T-shirt, his fingers clutched around the coffee cup—pale and slender. His dark hair fell over his eyebrows, giving him a fragile and delicate appearance.
Only the warmth of the hot drink seemed to add a hint of color to his lips, indicating a vestige of vitality.
It had been too long since they met. Two people, once familiar, were now left with nothing but silence between them.
It wasn't until Lucas spoke up, calling out, "Sis..."
Zoe responded.
"Don't stare at me like that."
No one could withstand being constantly watched by someone they liked.
"How have you been these past few years?" Zoe asked, looking down and taking a sip of the iced Americano before her.
"Not well."
Being forcefully sent abroad, Lucas couldn't possibly have been doing well.