Bradley checks his reflection once again in the café's window. He had chosen his outfit very carefully for today. He wears something he knows Thea had always loved seeing him in: a navy-blue polo shirt with white stripes on the sleeves and collar, paired with white jeans.
Thea used to say those colors matched his light blonde hair and bright blue eyes best.
They had chosen this café as their meeting place. It was where they used to go together. Still in the city center, yet tucked away, its entrance hidden from the main road. Bradley chose this café today to invoke familiar feelings in Thea. They had shared so many sweet memories here together.
From where he's sitting, Bradley can clearly see the door. A small bell hangs above it, and every time it rings, his eyes snap toward the entrance.
He's anxious.
Thea is late.
