She walks out of a dressing room after a fit on.
He is seated on a chair, head bent over his phone waiting patiently for someone.
Their eyes lock together and light up and they automatically smile warmly at one another.
Just like good friends do when they see each other after a long time.
There is genuine affection between them and he nearly stands up to walk over to her and give her a big hug. Just the way he would have done before.
Then a dose of reality splashes all over them both.
They are not meant to be friends. That was a long, long time ago.
They had parted bitterly.
Shards of jealousy, anger, and betrayal ripping through the bonds that held them together so strongly before.
But now there was no boiling rage.
Just sadness on how two people who once shared such intense feeling that one would know when the other was thinking of her; could have grown so much apart.
Just like ships that pass one another during the day. Seeing, observing acknowledging and then moving on leaving a cluster of ripples behind which will disappear within minutes.