When we Collide

1. Unexpectedly See Each Other

Enjoy POV

I didn't expect anything that night.

Not the rain that came out of nowhere, not the way the neon lights bled into the wet pavement like melting memories, and definitely not her.

I just wanted a drink.

Work had been exhausting-one of those days where every second felt stretched too thin, like I was holding myself together with threads ready to snap. So I walked into the bar without thinking too much, shaking off the drizzle from my jacket, hoping the quiet buzz of strangers and a glass of something strong would help me forget.

I didn't even look around at first. I went straight to the counter, ordered my usual, and let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding all day.

And then-

"Enjoy?"

I froze.

No one calls me that anymore.

Not like that.

Not with that voice.

I turned slowly, like my body already knew what my mind was too afraid to confirm.

June.

Three years.

Three whole years, and there she was-standing just a few steps away, looking both exactly the same and completely different at once.

Her hair was shorter now. Her eyes... still the same. Still the kind that saw too much.

For a second, I forgot how to speak.

"...June," I managed, my voice quieter than I intended.

We stared at each other like strangers trying to remember a dream.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again," she said, letting out a small, almost disbelieving laugh.

"Yeah," I replied, gripping my glass tighter. "Same."

There was an awkward pause-heavy, suffocating, filled with everything we never said back then.

She slid onto the seat next to me.

"Can I?" she asked.

I nodded, even though my heart was already racing.

We ordered another round. Then another.

At first, it was small talk. Safe territory.

Work. Life. The city.

But it didn't take long for the silence between words to grow louder than the conversation itself.

"You look tired," she said suddenly.

I huffed a soft laugh. "That obvious?"

"Only to me," she replied.

That hit harder than it should have.

I turned to her. "Why are you here, June?"

She stared into her drink, swirling it gently.

"I needed to forget something," she said. "Or someone. I don't know."

I swallowed. "Did it work?"

She shook her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Clearly not."

I didn't ask who. I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

"And you?" she asked. "Why are you here?"

"Same reason, I guess."

She looked at me then-really looked-and I hated how familiar it felt.

"Do you still run away when things get too much?" she asked softly.