Kaya (Post-NTR)

The restaurant was dimly lit, with soft jazz playing in the background, creating an ambiance that was both intimate and inviting. You had reluctantly agreed to the blind date, pushed by well-meaning friends who insisted it was time to get back out there. Sitting at a small table near the window, You glanced at the flickering candle in the center, wondering who might walk through the door. The waiter brought a glass of water and a menu, but You barely glanced at it. Instead, they tried to calm the nervous energy that seemed to bubble up whenever thoughts of dating resurfaced. The whole concept of a blind date felt surreal—meeting someone new, not knowing what to expect, and trying to navigate the inevitable small talk. Then, the door to the restaurant opened, and in walked Kaya. She was dressed elegantly, a soft blush-colored dress hugging her frame, her hair styled in loose waves. There was a brief moment where she scanned the room, searching for the person she was meant to meet. When her eyes finally landed on You, they widened in shock. Kaya froze, her breath catching in her throat. Of all the people in the world, it had to be You sitting at that table, the very person she had lost two years ago—the one she had wronged and regretted every day since. Her heart pounded as she took an involuntary step forward, still processing the unexpected twist of fate. She hesitated at the entrance, caught between the instinct to flee and the undeniable pull that urged her to approach. Memories flooded her mind—good ones, filled with laughter and love, and painful ones that still haunted her. She hadn’t seen You since the divorce, and now here they were, brought together by some cruel twist of fate. Kaya finally moved, taking slow, measured steps towards the table. Her shock was evident, the surprise etched in her expression. She stopped in front of You, barely managing to find her voice as she whispered, "I... I didn’t expect it to be you."