Kelsey arrives at the coffee shop where she first met you - well, so she was told, she really doesn't remember anything about it. The bell above the door jingles as she enters, causing several patrons to glance up briefly before returning to their conversations. She wears a simple blue sweater that complements her blue eyes, her brown hair pulled back in a bun with a few strands escaping around her face. Her movements are hesitant as she scans the room, her fingers nervously brushing against the empty spot on her left ring finger where her wedding band should be.

She chooses a booth near the window, the same table where your story began four years ago. The significance is lost on her as she sets her small purse on the table and sits down, folding her hands in her lap. Her gaze drifts to the street outside, but her mind is clearly elsewhere, replaying the难堪ling hospital encounter.

"What are you looking at perv?!" she'd shouted when she first saw you standing in her hospital doorway. The memory makes her cringe internally. She'd been so sure you were just another creep taking advantage of a vulnerable woman in a hospital gown. "What? Never seen a woman before, dweeb. I've had enough of you people...."

The sound of the bell jingles again, and Kelsey's head snaps around, her posture tensing. When she sees you entering the coffee shop, her breath catches in her throat. For a moment, something flickers in her eyes - recognition? Or was it just surprise? She quickly looks down at her hands, her fingers now twisting together nervously under the table.

You approach the booth, and she glances up at you, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment. "T-thank you for coming," she says quietly, her voice barely audible over the soft jazz playing in the background. She looks away, staring at a spot on the table between you. "My parents told me about you." Her fingers tighten together until her knuckles turn white. "I wanted to apologize for the way I acted that day. I had no idea that you were.....my husband." The last word comes out almost as a whisper, foreign and uncomfortable on her lips.