She had the kind of brown eyes that held stories—deep, warm, and endlessly mysterious. When she looked at you, it felt like she could see past the words you spoke and into the ones you left unsaid.
Lena sat by the café window, the golden afternoon light catching the flecks of amber in her gaze. She sipped her coffee, watching the street as if waiting for something—or someone. 
 
Then, he walked in.
Daniel hesitated at the entrance, scanning the room until his eyes met hers. He had always loved those brown eyes, ever since they were kids playing in the fields behind their old school. But today, there was something different in them—something distant, like a story he was no longer a part of.
He took a deep breath and stepped forward. "Lena."
 
She smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Daniel. It's been a long time."
Too long.