The girl turned around to look again but didn’t say anything. He nearly wanted for her to stop and ask the question.

The “Hey aren’t you the guy who played in the series ?” spiel, for him to smile and admit that yes, he was indeed. But she didn’t. She just continued to the door and exited the coffee shop.

Simon sighed. He didn’t know why he aches for the recognition. He vividly remembered hating it when he was a kid. Fresh out of the series he enjoyed the lime light for about a month or so before it got first boring, then concerning, than aggravating.

He waited to be picked out again, to participate in new series, feel the wave carrying him once more but somehow that moment never came.

“Hi, I’ll have a medium matcha latte please.”

He came back to the moment and stared at yet another costumer.

“Sure. Cash or card.” He typed in the order.

“Cash.”

“Okay can I just have your name ?”

“Yea it’s Klaire, with a K.”

Something in his mind forced him to look at the girl again. It was her. Sure a bit older and with black hair instead of blonde but it was her.

“Klaire MontCarry ?”

“Yea how did you - Simon ?!”

What do you know. You don’t meet an old co-star that was your childhood sweet heart every day. Simon smiles.

“Yea it’s me. Long time no see K.”

The nickname feels bittersweet on his tongue. He lost his fame and then he lost her too. But that was his fault only.