"Hey," was Enya's greeting. They hadn't seen each other since Italy more than a few months ago. Now they were face to face in a small café, somewhere hidden from the prying eyes and paparazzi.

"Hey, Enya," Zendaya smiled softly. The hand clutching her coffee cup was shaking. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Yeah, uh, it has."

Zendaya sighed, "We need to talk about this. Us."

"Yeah. We do." Enya stared into her coffee, not wanting to look the other girl in the eyes, "This was supposed to be over a long time ago."

"But was it?"

"Well, now I'm not sure."

Both sighed.

"Daya, I was stupid for thinking I could just stop caring about you. I-I tried forgetting you, replacing you, but none of it worked. It was always you."

"So what are we doing? Why aren't we doing what we know needs to be done? I'm still in love with you, Enya, and I know you still love me, too."

"So, do you wanna try this again? For real. No hiding, no lying, just me and you."

"I'd like that."