A couple staring into each others eyes on the opposite end of the café, a mother with her little girl chatting back and forth, another man struggling with the WiFi. We were all in this café with the chefs in the back and the over worked waiters serving us. My cup was half empty, my plate empty except some crumbs of Black Forest cake left in it — her favourite. She’s never late. Never. We’ve known each other for years now and in all those years I was the late one. After a while she accepted th...

A couple staring into each others eyes on the opposite end of the café, a mother with her little girl chatting back and forth, another man struggling with the WiFi. We were all in this café with the chefs in the back and the over worked waiters serving us. My cup was half empty, my plate empty except some crumbs of Black Forest cake left in it — her favourite. She’s never late. Never. We’ve known each other for years now and in all those years I was the late one. After a while she accepted th...