She was sitting at a small table by the window. It wouldn’t be for another half hour before the person she had to meet was going to show up. She was gazing out the window.

Then she saw him. He exited a door beside the cafe she was sitting in and was walking across her plane of horizon. It had been four months, and he looked exactly the same as she remembered him.

It was like she was looking through a window into her past, like she was watching her past walk by her.

He was looking into the distance ahead of him and didn’t see her. And then he turned a corner and the moment was over.

She instinctively picked up her cell phone to call someone, to text someone, to tell someone. But then after a minute of staring blankly at her phone, she set it back down.