AFTER THE SORRY

As Lila sat alone at the small café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods enveloped her, but her senses were numb. The gentle hum of conversation and clinking cups faded into the background as her mind replayed the encounter with Sebastian.

She felt the sting of rejection, like a slap on her cheek, leaving her skin tingling. The memory of Sebastian's words, "I can't be with you," echoed in her mind, each syllable a tiny pinprick on her heart.

Lila's gaze drifted to the empty chair across from her, where Sebastian had sat just moments before. She remembered the way his eyes had locked onto hers, filled with a mix of sadness and resolve. The scent of his cologne, a subtle blend of spices and woods, lingered in the air, taunting her.

Her fingers traced the pattern on the tabletop, feeling the smooth wood beneath her fingertips. She recalled the touch of Sebastian's hand, the gentle brush of his fingers against hers, sending shivers down her spine.

Lila's eyes wandered to th