When Tristan saw her at the coffee shop, his heart leapt with joy.
Getting up quickly, he finally laid eyes on the person who had consumed his every thought.
“Nicky, it’s really you!”
Though his body was stiff and freezing, he pushed through the discomfort, stepping toward Nicole.
“You’re alive. You’re really alive!”
Tears welled un
imagination.
up instantly as he reached out with trembling hands, desperate to touch her, to confirm she wasn’t a figment of his
Nicole raised her eyes, her gaze indifferent as she looked at him.
“Sir, who are you?”
Her words sent a flash of panic across Tristan’s face.
“What are you saying? Nicky, don’t you remember me?”
He stared at her in disbelief. She was Nicole–there was no mistaking her. How could she not recognize him?
“Sorry, sir, you’ve got the wrong person,” Nicole replied, her tone calm and distant. She lowered her head and focused on crafting the latte art for the cup of coffee in front of her.
After finishing, she handed the cup to the waiting customer as if Tristan were no more than a stranger.
“Nicky, I know you’re angry at me for what happened with Lisa. I’m sorry. I swear I’ll never see her again, never be with her again. Please, forgive me! I was wrong, I was so wrong. You’re the one I love most. Without you, I can’t live. I’ll die without you!”
His voice broke, and he couldn’t stop himself from sobbing uncontrollably.
The people around them couldn’t help but chime in..
“Boss, are you really the person he’s looking for?”
“If you are, maybe give him another chance. He’s been out here all night, frozen stiff–poor guy.”
“Yeah, he seems genuinely sorry.”
However, Nicole remained composed. She kept her head down, silently preparing the second cup of coffee, then the third, and the
fourth.
“Nicky-”
Tristan tried pleading again, but Nicole cast him a fleeting glance.
