Lost in Time

I remember when I was nineteen and had this dream job at this cool little café. Everyone thought it was just for the money or the perks of free coffee, but it was about building connections with people who came through those doors. There was this one regular customer, Jane, who always brought her old dog to sit outside while she worked on her laptop inside. We'd chat briefly each day and share stories over the counter. But then life happened, new job, long distance moves, a series of small personal changes that I never intended but couldn't avoid, and now it's been years since I've seen Jane or her old pup. Every once in a while, I drive by just to check if they're still there, even though I know better. It makes me sad to think about how many chances we missed after those little chats faded away.