"Isn't this view beautiful?"
"Oh, you can see the bridge from here?"
"Yeah. You let me down and I'll jump down that bridge. Then you're to blame!" I said playfully while he leaned against the seat. One cheekbone raised, the hint of a smile at the edge of his lips. 
"I'll be watching you do just that from here, enjoying my coffee. One like this."

I stroke the ice cube. My arms gently touched the table. Except for the song that brought me back to when I was 20, many things are now different. Like this seat across me, the air is vacant.