Yesterday Cafe

It all started with a tiny raindrop. Then came a crescendo of rain. What was once a set of heavy footsteps, escalated into a jog. As the sky poured its tears, it became a dash. “Almost there” Muttered a young man desperately running through the curtain of rain. In his sights, an old two-story house. Not just any house, of course. It was an old Spanish house. A relic from a time long forgotten by old men and completely alien to young high school kids like him. But it wasn’t its antiquity that made the house special to the people around these parts. It’s what it currently is. “Just a little bit more…” said the boy, clearly panting.

After a few short leaps over the puddles that littered the street, the boy finally arrived at his destination. He shook his head and ran his two clearly wet hands through his hair in a sad attempt to dry it up. He wiped his face with a miraculously dry handkerchief. He then dried up his arms and eventually the back of his neck. He paused for a bit and sighed. He reached for the door’s handles and gave it a little push. On the door hanged a rectangular sign that said:

“Welcome to Yesterday Café”

A loud but melodic tune from the chimes filled the air as the door swung open from the outside. The young man entered awkwardly into the warm café. Slowly tempering the noise made by the rain by closing the door behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief. With every breath, the captivating aroma of ground coffee beans and the rich scent of crafted caffeine filled his nose. It excited him. The yellow light bulbs that lit up the café greeted him with their warmth.

He had no time for these pleasantries, however and so he slowly scanned the room. The place was made almost entirely of wood. Cleaned, varnished and restored to near perfection. The front of the café had two large glass windows the almost ran across the entire wall. The rain outside clearly visible to those inside. It’s got one big split-type air conditioner hanging over the door and large, seemingly complicated coffee machines over at the counter where the hardworking baristas work on their craft. The boy continued to scan across the room. On the third table to the left of the door and at the edge of the front window, the boy found what he was looking for.

The girl sat awkwardly with his face supported by two hands firmly positioned on the table. She had short hair, with bangs that covered much of her forehead. Her head slightly turned towards the window as her bespectacled eyes wandered beyond the glass and into the rain outside. The boy wasted no time and walked briskly to the young girl’s side. “Andrea…” spoken softly by the boy. The girl turned, sat straight, crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Wow. You look pathetic” said the girl noticing the boy’s soaked state. “And late!” she added. “Look. I am really sorry but I tried…” the boy was cut short.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! What did we talk about last time?” asked Andrea. The boy shook his head and smiled. “A little less “Sorry” and more “I’ll-make-it-up-to-you(s)”. “Good boy! Now I assume you know what do next? What I want?” teased Andrea. The boy pointed his index finger on his head and said: “One big Mocha Frappuccino. No cream.” The boy grinned proudly. “That’s my boy” Andrea reached out for the boy’s right hand and lovingly placed it over her left cheek. “Oh Drew. Here I thought you finally wised up and left me” She flashed a mocking grin. Drew knelt down on one knee, leveled is face to hers, held both of the young lady’s hands, looked straight into her eyes and then whispered with a genuine smile:

“Oh Andrea. When will I ever leave you?”

Present Day.

The sky continued to weep. Lightning flashed brightly across the sky while the loud, booming thunder deafened all those unlucky enough to hear it. The old, Spanish house stood strong amidst the storm. Inside its simple café, among the aging wood and dimming yellow lights, on the third table to the left of the door and at the edge of the front window, sat two individuals. Between them was uncanny silence.

Andrea sat straight on her side of the table. Hands well rested over her legs and under the table. Her head slightly tilted towards the window. Andrea’s long, straight hair flowed across her nape and on to her right shoulder. Her eyes hidden behind thick glasses seemingly reflecting the rain outside.

Thunder rolled across the heavens and brought Drew back from what felt like a nightmare. He looked across the table and watched Andrea. His hands were closely knit together while his thumbs moved in circles around each other in a sorry attempt at entertainment. He continued to watch closely at the woman across him. Air filled his lungs. His lips slightly opened. He raised his head in anticipation. His mind knew the words but despite the effort, nothing came out. Nothing but a deep sigh as he turned his gaze through the glass window and into the storm outside.

From the silence was a knock on the old wooden table. The purposeful sound of knocking caught both of their attention. They glanced at each other. Eyes locked. It felt as if it was the first time they noticed each other that day. Their faces were just as puzzled as the other. Then they heard a voice.

“I knew it was you two” said the man standing beside their table.

The two of them broke their gaze and followed the source of the voice. It was an old, Chinese man in a small but fitting Hawaiian polo shirt. On his right hand was a cane acting as a support for his clearly weakening legs. On his face was a warm smile. His eyes clearly brimming with joy behind thick, worn out glasses.

“Mr. Tiu.” Said Drew.

“Mr. Tiu!” yelled Andrea. She stood up as quickly as she possibly could, extended her arms, reached out over to the old man and held him close for a warm embrace. The man returned the gesture and held her tight while tapping the back her of shoulders. “It’s good to see you too, my dear”

Mr. Tiu owned the property and the old house for a long time but it was his wife who started the café. They both shared the love for a warm cup of coffee and decided to convert half of the house into what is now known as Yesterday Café. They never had kids on their own but they took good care of everyone who has frequented their place over the years. Andrea and Drew were the ones they were closest with the most. Within these old walls and even beyond they are like family.

Andrea let go of Mr. Tiu after one tighter squeeze. The old man laughed and helped Andrea back to her seat. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Tiu! It’s been a while!” With a smile, Drew reached out his right hand to offer a handshake. Mr. Tiu grinned. He instead moved closer to Drew, locked his frail right arm over him and began messing up his hair with his left hand. Drew laughed as Mr. Tiu continued his assault on his hair. Unsuspecting to both of them, Andrea smiled. The three calmed down and started catching up. When asked about his wife, the old man gave them a sad smile and sigh.

“She passed away three years ago. Cancer” Said Mr. Tiu, who’s now seated beside Andrea. “I flew her out to the States and hoped to find a way to save her” Andrea rested her head over at Mr. Tiu’s shoulders while Drew continued to listen. “There came a time when I actually considered selling this place to fund her treatments” Mr. Tiu paused for a bit and continued. “When I told her about it though, she got angry and refused to talk to me for days” His eyes started to water and the voice coming out of his mouth started to tremble as old, locked away emotions started to rise up from inside him.

“Eventually she told me why this place was important”

The café was named “Yesterday”. Mr. Tiu’s wife who’s commonly known as Aunt Marie, loved the idea of a place where people could sit down, have a sip of tea or coffee and just talk about what has passed. Tales about yesterdays, about the emotions of yesteryear and their bittersweet but possible consequences for tomorrow.

“One must not close the doors of their yesterday, she told me” Said Mr. Tiu. “She has always been a poet. Most of the time though, I just don’t get it” Mr. Tiu smiled for a bit. A single teardrop rolling down his cheek. “I insisted she continue her treatment. That we can build another café. Maybe even name it “Tomorrow” for a change.” All three of them giggled but with a pinch of sadness. Andrea and Drew always considered him as the “funny one”. “She just kept shaking her head. “Yesterday” must stay open. It was her legacy to the world, she said. A place where anyone can look back at what has happened to their lives.” His voice started to crackle. “So, I spent the rest of the year just being with her. Watching her eyes close for the last time was the hardest thing I have ever done but that woman… that woman… even in death, she made it look so graceful. I was right to love her.” Mr. Tiu, finally broke down and covered his face with his right hand. Drew reached out for his left hand and held it firmly while Andrea, also in tears, rested her head on Mr. Tiu’s shoulder.

The rain continued to pour outside. After a short pause to catch his breath, Mr. Tiu smiled and continued on with his story. “After she died, I want back here. One night, I was closing shop when I saw her. Right there.” Mr. Tiu pointed at the door. “I saw her right there. Closing the shop as always.” He paused to smile at both of them. “When I saw the both of you earlier. I saw her too.” Andrea and Drew looked at each other. “It’s in those moments that I understand why she named this place Yesterday. There’s more to this place than the tables and walls. Coffee and tea. There are memories here” he stressed out. “I understood what she meant and why she wanted to celebrate them through this café.” He smiled and held Drew’s and Andrea’s hands. “Never forget yesterday’s beginnings. Never be afraid of tomorrow’s endings. Most importantly, never take for granted what you have today.”

After a bit of catching up, Mr. Tiu eventually got called into his office for a phone call. He said to be back later or at least let him know if they are leaving. The two nodded and grateful old, man walked away. Realizing full well what he has planted in Andrea and Drew’s thoughts.

Drew looked at his wristwatch. A beautiful, silver wristwatch he got a few years back from Andrea. It was 4:35 in the afternoon. He felt that he was losing time. He had to speak up and do someting. Andrea, still with a bit of tears on her cheek, returned to staring through the big window. Drew desperately tried to find the right words to initiate the conversation. To finally deal with it. Try as he may, nothing came out. Out of desperation and in the hopes of breaking the ice, Drew reached out to Andrea “I am getting some coffee. I just thought that maybe…” Drew desperately held together the words. “Maybe you want anything?” Andrea glanced at him. “Yeah.” Said Andrea. “Okay. I guess it’s a Mocha…” Andrea shook her head in disapproval. “Let’s not. Just… just give me their usual brewed coffee.” She ordered.

“Alright.” Drew responded nervously. “I’ll go get them for you.”

Over at the counter, the surprisingly jolly barista happily accepted Drew’s order. Drew can smell the fresh aroma of brewed coffee. The lighting of the interior somehow amplifies the delightful smell more potently. He walked over at the claiming station and waited for the drinks to be crafted. He crossed his arms and looked at the direction of Andrea. Still staring through the large window and into the deluge outside. As another barista prepares the drink, Drew got lost in thought. He started hearing faint murmurs and random laugher. Across the room and beside the chair he currently sat on, was a boy. Drew unfurled his arms and shoved his hands down to his front pockets. He smiled and looked down. He remembers.

10 Years Ago.

It was a hot February afternoon. The sun shining brightly among a sea of blue. The blinds were the only ones keeping the rays from entering the café. The air conditioner has been working overtime to maintain the cool air. The room was buzzing with activity. There were friends laughing and giggling at one corner and a handful of grown-ups going about their day. A young Drew started looking for Andrea in the sea of people. From the corner of his eye, he saw her. Andrea was waving her entire right arm trying to have him take notice. Drew smiled at Andrea’s attempt and walked closer to her.

“You got what?!” shouted Andrea. The intensity of her voiced nearly matched the intensity of her anger as she pointed out to a bruise near Drew’s left eye. “You have got to have hit him too at least!” asked Andrea. “I did! Well… as far as I can remember at least.” Drew looked down on the table in embarrassment. “You know I am not really much of a fighter, Andrea. Beating up other people isn’t something I do.” “That’s not my point, Drew!” replied Andrea. She stood up from her side of the table and sat next to him. Andrea reached out to his bruised eye with her thumb and the rest of her fingers planted firmly across Drew’s clearly flustered face. “Beating other people up doesn’t make you a fighter, Drew.” She explained calmly. “It’s about standing your ground, not giving up and taking no shit from anybody.” Andrea gave him a gentle smile. Drew’s heart raced fast at the sight of her.

“Sooner or later, you’ll have to fight back. More often than not, you’ll have to fight to keep the ones you love too.” Andrea added. Drew understood what she meant. Perhaps, too clearly. He nodded in agreement. “You’re right. I am sorry if I sounded…” Drew was interrupted by Andrea with a finger over his lips. “No need to apologize, Drew.” Whispered Andrea. “Promise me one thing though.” Said Andrea. “Anything” replied Drew.

“When the time comes. Promise me that you’ll fight for me” Andrea said with a smile. “I promise” said Drew.

Aunt Marie came by the couple’s table and handed them their orders. “That’s a nasty bruise, Drew. Are you okay? What happened?” asked Aunt Marie in a caring tone. “Looks like Drew got in a fight!” exclaimed Andrea. “Goodness me. You should be more careful with yourself, young man.” Andrea brushed up her short hair with one hand and pulled up both her sleeves. “If I get my hands on…” Aunt Marie placed a hand on Andrea’s shoulders. “No more. I don’t want any of you getting hurt.” “Don’t worry, Aunt Marie. We’ll be fine” said Drew. “I am more worried at what she’ll do to the other guy, if I am being honest”. He looked at Andrea with closed lip smile. Andrea couldn’t help but giggle despite her current aggressive demeanor. Aunt Marie smiled. “Well, I’ll go find if Robert’s ice pack is around. You take good care of him for now, Andrea”. Andrea nodded.

“Hey Andrea…” said Drew. “Yeah?” replied Andrea. “I can’t help but think about the promise you made me do earlier” Drew’s face started to blush as he tried to calm himself down by rubbing the back of his neck. “What about it?” Andrea wondered. “Does that mean we’re…?” Drew then got interrupted by Andrea’s loud laughter. “Of course we are, dumbass. Of course we are.” Andrea gave Drew a sincere smile. She closed her eyes and reached ever closer to his lips. Drew froze at the sensation of her lips meeting his. There was no pain, no noise, no anything. Nothing mattered now. Only Andrea and their kiss. She pulled back and whispered “Well, someone has to watch your back”. “I could say the same” said Drew. “You better know what you’re signing up for, Drew” asked Andrea in hushed tune. “I do” he replied.

There was a short pause accented only by the random murmurs of conversation in the café. Andrea looked at Drew and rested her head on his shoulder. “I am just worried that someday, you’ll look back at this and regret everything.” Andrea said shyly. Andrew held her by the chin and raised head to match his. He gave her the most reassuring smile he could ever give and said “No. Never”.

Present Day.

A loud burst of thunder shook the entirety of the old wooden house and brought Andrea back from her trance. She wiped traces of tears on her cheeks with her left hand and looked around the café for once. There were a few patrons left at the café and the place has gone colder that she has expected. She laid her eyes on Drew who’s at the counter getting their drinks. As Drew smiled from the distance while talking to the barista, Andrea wondered how a man like him was able to change so much but still remained the same. She continued to watch Drew from her seat with sullen eyes and foggy spectacles. She kept telling herself to make up her mind. To remember why she asked to meet here in the first place. She placed both her hands over her face and grunted heavily. With every passing minute, the pressure builds. She removed her hands and placed them on the table. She looked up to the empty seat in front of her. A faint vision of yesterday flashed before her yes. A memory she wished never to remember. A memory she doesn’t want to repeat.

Four years ago.

“I heard what happened.” Said Drew. “Talk to me Andrea. What’s going on?” asked Drew as he held both of her hands on the old, wooden table. “Look. I lost my job, alright? What is there more to say?” she replied angrily. “Hey. I don’t want to keep talking about this too but this is the third time you got booted out of work in the last seven months. Seven months! You have an unpaid rent. Your mom doesn’t know anything about what’s going on since you don’t call her anymore…”

Andrea slammed the table. “Look, I get it. I screwed up. Don’t… Stop reminding me! I know what I did, I know my life’s crazy right now so just… just back off, Drew.” Andrea crossed her hands and looked at the direction of the floor while Drew rested his head on his left hand. “I am just worried, Andrea. Really worried”. There was genuine concern in his voice. Something even Andrea couldn’t deny. “I know, we’ll get through this. I know you can too but we still have to deal with this now”. Drew tried his best to convey each word to Andrea in a manner that despite her rage, can get through. “I am just tired of all of this, Drew. I am tired of everything” said Andrea. Drew bent closer towards Andrea’s side of the table. “What do you mean?” he asked. “Let’s not. Look. Let’s just finish our drinks and call it a day.” She took a sip of her iced coffee. “No. We have to talk about…” Andrea slapped her forehead with her right palm and followed it up with a bang on the table. “You want to talk about it? Fine.”

Andrea fired up as every bottled emotion got unleashed. “I am tired of being stuck here. Every day in each and every company I’ve been, it’s the same old song singing all over again. Day in, day out. It’s design this and design that. Code this and code that.” Andrea was fuming red. Drew leaned back in surprise. “I am tired, Drew. I feel trapped. I feel like I am stuck. Like I am the only one who’s not growing up. I am getting left behind.” She paused for a bit to catch some air. Drew opened his mouth to respond but Andrea beat her to it.

“I am tired of us, Drew”.

Those words shook both of them to their core. Drew was at a loss for words. In desperation, he was only been able to utter three words. “What are you saying?” asked Drew as he nervously tried to reach for her hand. Andrea slipped her hand away. “I love you, Drew. But for a while now, I’ve felt that all I’ve ever known in the world is you and me” a visible tear dropped from her eyes. Drew knew where this was headed but he couldn’t believe it. He doesn’t want to believe it. “I still don’t know what’s going, Andrea” he said. It was a lie. “I don’t think we’re working out as we hoped, Drew. We’ve been struggling for a while now. I can see it. I can feel it, Drew. I know you feel it too”. “I do, Andrea but we were able to manage. We were able to fix things up, right?” Drew’s mind raced with ways on how to defuse the situation and ways on how to avoid what was coming but Andrea knew what needs to be done.

“I am breaking up with you. I am sorry, Drew but I’ve made up my mind” said Andrea calmly. “No. No. We’ll be fine. Tell you what. I’ll go ahead and cash in those vacation days I have…” Drew continued to desperately babble. “Drew…” whispered Andrea. “How about we go to that island you always wanted to go, huh?” he started doing hand gestures and even flashed a smile her way. “Drew!” shouted Andrea. The whole café went silent. “I’ve made up my mind. If you don’t like it. Leave.”

Andrea sat straight and pointed at the door. “No! I am not…” Drew tried to counter. “JUST GO!” shouting at the top of her lungs. Drew stood up. Tears flowing down his cheeks. He wanted to stay and convince her but he knows better than anyone that it was a lost cause. He turned around and headed towards the door then he heard Andrea’s voice. “Drew…” He looked back to see her. “Please do this for me” Drew gave her a crooked smile in an attempt to persuade her that everything is going to be alright. He walked towards the door where he bumped into Aunt Marie. He smiled at her and walked on.

Andrea covered her face with her hands. After a minute or two, she brought the hands down. She is now staring at the empty seat in front of her. Tears began to flood her eyes as she finally felt the impact of what happened. In that moment, nothing else mattered to her. Everything else was just noise.

“Andrea. What’s going on?” Andrea picked up the faint voice. “Are you okay, Andrea?” She heard it the second time. Right after, she felt the arms of someone wrapping around her into a tight hug. She looked up and saw Aunt Marie looking down on her with worry.

“What have I done?” She cried. “I’ve completely lost it, Aunt Marie! I’ve lost everything!” She held her tightly. “Why does it have to hurt this much?” Andrea desperately tried to contain her emotions.

“Hush now. It’s alright. I am sure you did what you have to. Worry about that later. For now, let it all out. We’re right here for you” Aunt Marie held Andrea close and tight like mother would to her child. Mr. Tiu peeked out of his office door with worry written all over his face. Andrea closed her eyes as she continued to cry herself into darkness.

“Andrea…” She hears a voice. “Andrea?” She heard it the second time. “Andrea, is everything okay?” She opened her eyes. It was Drew sitting on the same exact chair.

Present Day.

Andrea snapped back from the vision and into the here and now. She stared for a moment at Drew’s face. “Is everything okay?” repeated Drew. “Yes. Yes, everything is fine” said Andrea clearly shaken. “Good. I was a bit worried there” he said while handing the hot coffee to her. “Thank you, Drew”. Andrea smiled at him. Drew smiled back. Andrea started stirring the coffee while Drew watched over her. The silence was deafening.

The rain has started to slow down. The flashes of lightning seems to have subsided and the thunder sounded far away. Andrea stopped stirring. She raised the mug and took a sip. Drew looked on. She placed it down on coaster at the top of the table. She looked at Drew and he looked at her. She smiled. “Do you remember that big fight we had here a few years back?” “Which one?” Asked Drew. She giggled. “Good point”. They both laughed for the first time. “Seriously though. The one where I ended things?” Drew smiled. “Yes. I do remember that” he said with a slight smile.

“I never properly apologized to you about it and it’s been a while.” Andrea took another sip of the coffee. “You know you don’t have to apologize for that” he said genuinely. “I know but I could have handled that a lot better than it did” She explained. “You’re right but that was a different time. A different set of circumstances” Drew looked down on the table. “You did what you had to for yourself. I realized that later on” he added. “Thank you, Drew. Still, I am sorry” she flashed a sad smile. “Fine. Apology accepted” Drew grinned and smiled at her.

“You know, it hasn’t been easy afterwards with me too” said Andrea. “A bunch of failed relationships, money problems and even when I went abroad the problems still piled up” she continued. “But it did what it had to do. It helped me grow up a little” she smiled at Drew. “You know. There was a time when I won’t take that statement well. Now though? I am glad to hear it. Honest” Drew replied. “I guess I am not the only one who grew up” Andrea smiled at him. Drew placed his right hand at the back of his neck and laughed awkwardly. “That still haunts me though even to this day” said Andrea. “I still can’t shake the fact that it can and may happen again” Drew noticed the tears building up on Andrea’s eyes. Not even her glasses can hide it.

“I am scared, Drew” she said in a crackling voice. Drew looked at her in the eyes. “It may or may not happen again. No one will ever know for sure. What matters is how you deal with it when it does come. If it does come. Worrying about it today can only mess up your perception of tomorrow” Andrea was taken aback by Drew’s words. “Remember that time I got that nasty bruise on my left eye?” he Asked. “Of course! How could I forget?” She replied with teasing smile. “Right. That fight was a days in the making. For days I had to figure out a way to get out of that. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep and I can’t even tell you about it!” He raised his hands in the air. “Wait, you never told me this before!” Andrea asked. “Well, I focused on a more significant memory” Drew gave Andrea telling a smile. She knew what he meant by it.

“Anyway, aside from overthinking things I decided to just show up and deal with it then. I got beat up, got bruised and you know the rest” He shrugged. “It was a really nasty bruise” They both laughed. “Look my point is if you let something like that take over, you will start depending all your decisions on it. You will be at the same cage you tried to get away from” Andrea was hit hard by his words and can’t help but look away. Visible tears streamed down Andrea’s face. She reached for her purse and stared at what’s inside. Drew looked over her thinking if he might have taken the analogy too far. The silence returned.

The rain clouds started to break apart. The rays of the sun passed through the cracks and into the rain soaked ground below. After digging through her purse, she wiped away the remaining tears on her cheeks. A sudden bright reflection of light caught Drew’s eye. It was a diamond. Ornately placed on top of a well-crafted silver ring. Drew sighed and looked at Andrea. “That’s a beautiful ring, Andrea”. She gave him a half smile. “He must be one lucky guy” Drew added. “I’d like to think so but something tells me he’s not” Andrea replied. “Well, he must be the luckiest unlucky guy out there” They both laughed at the thought. The paused to catch their breath.

“Tell me, Drew” said Andrea. “Looking back at what we have gone through. All the tears, the heartbreaks and all the times you basically had to deal with a crazy girl like me…” Drew listened intently. Andrea’s face became serious and her eyes locked into his. “Do you regret everything?”

Drew paused and broke eye contact. He looked out the window at the afternoon sunlight drying up the leaves and the road. He remembered the day he stood up on this same place and ran away after being told by the same woman in front of him to leave. He remembered the sleepless nights that followed. The lonely walks to the office, the countless times he stared at his phones waiting for a message. He remembered the beers and the tears that followed the news of her leaving the country. He remembered the pain. He felt the heartbreak. He looked back at her. Sunshine illuminating her face. He smiled for he still knew the answer to that question.

“No. Never”

Those two words hit Andrea like nothing else she has ever felt before. She burst into tears. Each stream brightly lit up by the late afternoon sunshine. Those words took her to a time when there was no worrying about tomorrow. A time when yesterday was something to fondly remember by and all that matters was the here and now. Andrea continued to cry as she covered her face. Drew’s tears started to fill up his eyes. He stood up and sat next to her and held her close in his arms. “Why? Why? After everything that has happened” Andrea asked. “Well you did make me a promise, right?” Drew started to swell up as well. “This is me fulfilling that promise, Andrea. This is me fighting for you”.

Andrea wrapped her hands around Drew’s body and held it close. Drew gave her a kiss on the top of her head while she held him tightly. They stayed like that for few moments that felt like forever. Andrea looked up to see his face. “Do you think we should tell him now?” asked Andrea. “Tell him what?” said Drew. She pulled back a bit and showed him the ring. The orange light sunset being reflected on the gem. “Of course we should” answered Drew as they both continued to hold each other close. “You’re such idiot, Drew. Do you know that?”

Andrea whispered. “You’ve been given plenty of chances to leave but here you are”. Drew thought about it for a bit, smiled and rested his head on top of hers. “Oh Andrea” whispered Drew. They both stared outside gently feeling the warmth of the afternoon sun. Andrea smiled for she knew Drew’s next words will be.

“When will I ever leave you?”

The rain ceased completely and the Sun has brought back the colors to the world. On the third table to the left of the door and at the edge of the front window of an old café, two people has finally found their way back to each other. Just like what it has always been yesterday.