INT. COFFEE SHOP - LATE AFTERNOON

The coffee shop is warm and inviting, filled with the hum of quiet conversations and the clinking of cups. At a corner table, EMMA, a woman in her late 50s with a gentle smile and kind eyes, sits nervously stirring her tea. The door chimes as it opens. EMMA looks up and sees JOHN, a man in his early 60s with a calm demeanor and a touch of gray in his hair, scanning the room. Their eyes meet.

JOHN
(softly)
Emma?

EMMA
(standing up, smiling)
John. It’s really you.

They walk towards each other, their movements hesitant but filled with emotion. They embrace warmly, holding on a little longer than expected.

JOHN
(laughs softly, pulling back to look at her)
You haven’t changed a bit.

EMMA
(chuckles)
Neither have you, though I see time’s given you a few extra grey hairs.

They both laugh, a mixture of nostalgia and relief. They sit down at the table.

JOHN
I wasn’t sure if you’d really come.

EMMA
I almost didn’t. But then I thought about everything we left unsaid.

There’s a moment of silence as they both absorb the weight of her words.

JOHN
I’ve thought about you every day, Emma. Every single day.

EMMA
(sighs, looking down at her cup)
I know. Me too. Life just... it got in the way, didn’t it?

JOHN
(nods)
Yeah, it did. But we’re here now.

EMMA
(looks up, meeting his gaze)
Yes, we are.

JOHN
(smiling)
So, tell me everything. What have you been up to all these years?

EMMA
(laughs lightly)
Oh, where to start? After we parted ways, I moved to the city. Got a job in publishing. It’s been a good life, John. But there’s always been something missing.

JOHN
(sincerely)
I’ve felt the same. I married, had kids, even grandkids now. But a part of me always wondered what it would have been like if things had been different.

EMMA
(smiling wistfully)
I’m glad you found happiness, John. Truly.

JOHN
(reaching across the table, taking her hand)
And what about now? Are you happy?

EMMA
(looks at their hands, then back at him)
I am now.

They share a tender smile, the years melting away in that single moment.

JOHN
Do you think it’s too late for us?

EMMA
(squeezing his hand gently)
I don’t know. But I’d like to find out.

JOHN
(smiling)
Me too.

They sit in comfortable silence for a moment, simply enjoying each other's presence, the world outside the coffee shop moving on as they reconnect after so many years.

FADE OUT.