Every evening, my friend and I have a tradition — meeting for coffee. It has become a ritual: we discuss the day, share our thoughts, and sometimes just sit in silence, enjoying the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
But today, something was different. I sat at our usual table, but across from me — an empty seat. The coffee was the same, the atmosphere familiar, but something was clearly missing. Or rather, someone.
Turns out, even the best coffee loses its magic when you drink it alone.
