"One half-caf latte please." I tapped my fingers on the cold, hard surface of the counter while waiting for the waitress to present me with my usual coffee. The smell of the familiar coffee beans teased my nostrils and only served to intensify my craving for my daily shot of caffeine. Luckily within a few minutes I received my coffee and, with much anticipation, I grasped it in my hand and adjusted my purse over my shoulder before making my way to the same table I had sat at for the past four years.

I sat down in the brown leather seat with a sigh of contentment and looked around the busy café. Not much had changed in four years. Sure, there were a few new paintings on the wall and a fresh coat of paint but the background chatter and floral tablecloths were still the same. It made me both sad and happy because despite the café remaining the same cozy place, things had changed for me.

Trying to distract myself from my thoughts I picked up my book and before long was engorged in a tale of lost love. Half way through the seventh chapter I happened to glance out the window and to my dismay I saw the back of the person I least wanted to see. I knew it was him immediately by the dark curls and long, confident strides he took towards the door of the café. My only choice seemed to be to keep my head down and hope he wouldn't notice me. Risking a sneaky glance at the entrance I wasn't in the least surprised to find I was proved correct.

It was my husband. Actually, I should clarify that, my soon to be ex husband. And of course, just my luck his gaze met mine and he grinned his stupid crooked smile which, even I couldn't deny, was hugely attractive.

He began weaving his way through the tables to where I sat.

"Miley, just the person I wanted to see," he said smiling.

"I can't say the same thing for you," I answered with a frown.

"Well, someone got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning didn't they? Or maybe it's just because I wasn't in it with you." He apparently thought this was hilarious and laughed heartily while slumping down into the seat opposite me.

"Oh, you wish," I retorted.

"Come on Miles, I know you still find me completely attractive."

"And again I repeat, you wish. Nick, you're so immature for someone of twenty three years old."

He continued smirking while signalling the waitress over. The young blond quickly appeared looking completely awestruck by Nick and practically drooling over him. He of course was completely charming and happily obliged her when she stuttered out, "May I have an autograph?"

Eventually he turned his eyes to me and his look was decidedly more serious.

"I didn't think you would come here anymore," he said.

"Why not?" I asked.

He glanced out the window and without looking at me answered, "It's just that this place has so many memories."

I closed my eyes for just a moment; remembering. Silence invaded the space between us and when I opened my eyes he was gazing at me as though he was remembering it all too.

"You know, I remember the first time I saw you was in this café. You were wearing that white dress and your hair was in braids."

"I don't want to talk about the past Nick."

He looked hurt but replied, "Ok."

"So why did you want to see me?" I asked finally.

"Oh, I completely forgot. Well, you're probably not going to like this."

"What is it?" I asked impatiently.

"Well my parents have invited the two of us to stay with them for a few weeks this summer and because we haven't happened to mention the fact that we are separated at the minute and you're determined to get a divorce it appears that we're going to have to go and pretend like we're still a happily married couple," he replied in one long breath with a look which indicated he was anticipating my negative reaction.

My face fell and I tried not to make a scene as I croaked out, "What? No way. That is not happening."

"Please Miley. I really want to break it to my parents gently. And we can just call it a final adventure in our married life," he answered with a grin.

When I said nothing he leaned forward and said, "And maybe you might fall in love with me again. Besides you know how I feel about this whole divorce crap."

I did know. He was completely against it and I was for it but the pleading look on his face convinced me before I even gave it a second thought.

"Ok, fine."

"Yes!" He jumped out of his chair and flung his arms around my neck, squeezing me tight.

I breathed in his all too familiar scent but before I could reminisce any further he was heading for the exit grinning the whole time.

"I have to go start packing," he said "we leave tonight." Then he disappeared out the door.

Tonight! What had I gotten myself into?

So this a new story I have decided to write :) It's completely different from anything I've ever written because I have never attempted a future fanfic before. The reasons for their separation and impending divorce will become clear in the next few chapters. I hope you guys like it and please leave a review to tell me if you like it and want me to continue.