Old Love
They sat like they had so many times before, unidentifiable from the street if everyone didn't know them from every angle like they did. The days of unknowns had long passed. But no one bothered them. Even though they were famous. Legendary. The shop hadn't changed. It was the same old stand with the same old sign, the same old food being eaten on the same old stools, and the same old man with the same old smile. Old. Like them. There had been a few a subtle changes to be sure, but overall it was the same. Same old, same old. They had changed too, a little bit. Her feet barely touched the ground as opposed to dangling a smidgen above it and he had to duck a few inches lower to get in. It couldn't be helped. They didn't have anything to talk about really. Just old news, old memories, or old dreams.
"Anything new?"
"Same old, same old," she said. She was tired. But look at her job. It was to be expected. He'd known she'd be tired. It was predictable, especially for someone like him who knew her work so well. Her past so well. Her so well. "Oh yeah, Sakura finally worked out that technique I was trying to show her and," he was enraptured. Change was always interesting. They might be old, but the new was changing. Always changing.
"Oh yeah, that's great! Always good to hear about some progress." He put an arm on her shoulder. They were friends. Old friends. But it was her return, an arm on his back, that showed the change, or maybe consistency, of love. Old love.