we hadn't talked in over 8 months, but i was in town and couldn't resist the urge to call. she sounded friendly over the phone, and we agreed to meet.

i was anxious and despite the countless times i've woken up next to her, i felt like i was meeting a stranger. she sidles up to me at the station, all bright-eyed and smiling. the same smile i loved.

we caught up, and talked about everything and nothing. it's weird seeing each other in tokyo, we say. then again, when we talk, we're in our own bubble, our own little world, and it doesn't matter where we are.

she steps out of the cafe to buy cigarettes. i see my reflection and take a picture. i don't know when i'll see her again.