181. The anger is melting

Michael's POV -

The early morning light filters into the cafe as I begin my weekend routine, sweeping the floor and tidying up. My heart flutters with hopeful anticipation, and I steal glances at Abby's home, yearning for even a glimpse of her. But the familiar emptiness remains a void that's persisted for two long years. In all that time, she hasn't uttered a single word to me.

2 years ago, It was my dad who eventually managed to convince her to let me work in the cafe again. He called her, pleading on my behalf, and somehow, she relented. It was a glimmer of hope, a chance to be near her again, even if it meant just being in the same space.

As I go about my morning tasks, a lady enters the cafe, her presence a rare sight in these early hours. I greet her with a warm smile, knowing that today it's just the two of us working here.

"Hello, ma'am. What can I get you?" I ask politely, ready to jot down her order.

"One espresso with chocolate fudge, please," she replies, her own smile mirr