Fossil Fighters: Return

All noise coming into your ears stops as you enter. A very familiar sight sits right in front of you.
You can smell the vanilla cake perfume from across the room.
A pink skirt, top, hat, it takes you back, and you feel like you're looking at the same person.

But she isn't. She's older. Obviously, but more than that. Her facial features have become more mature, serious.
Although with this trait, she retains the cute and happy feel of her body language.

You step closer and her head tilts up from her coffee, her petite hand stirring creamer into a cup of coffee.
A half-eaten donut lays on a napkin, several crumbs spilling on the table and on a phone.

You sit down, and you both look each other straight in the eye.
There's a moment where you both connect, and you don't know what to say.
"It's been a while," she says.
"Yeah, it has," you reply.
"How...how are you?"
"I'm doing fine. School's good. You?"
"Well, a lot has happened, I guess...."

You put your elbows on the table, folding your hands together.

"We got time."