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Dim light filtered through the green neon from the sign outside the entrance to The Raven's Nest and landed in scattered pools on the floor. Maps from various decades covered the walls in the room, their creases deepened by time and the humidity of countless evenings. Black and white photographs captured moments long gone, their subjects blurred in the low lighting. Rory sat at the counter with her hands folded around a glass half full of amber spirit. The delivery routes for the day at the Golden Empress had left her with sore feet and a mind clear only of the next shift. Silas moved behind the counter with careful steps, his left leg showing the effect of the old injury with each movement. His hair carried streaks of grey among the auburn strands, and his beard sat trimmed close. The door to the street opened and a figure stepped in from the rain. The woman shook drops from her sleeves and hung her coat on a hook near the entrance. Her hair cut short now in a sleek line that framed her face differently from the loose style of years before. She looked around the space until her attention fixed on the woman at the counter. Rory Carter. Rory raised her head. Eva. Eva took the remaining steps to the counter and chose the stool at Rory's side. The years sit heavy. She signaled for a drink. Silas approached with a fresh glass and poured without inquiry about the contents. Old friends catch up here. He placed the glass in front of Eva and returned to his tasks at the other end of the counter. His signet ring turned as he reached for a cloth. How long has it been since Cardiff? Eva lifted the glass to her mouth. Too long to count accurately. I finished the studies and took a position in London three years ago. The move happened without fanfare. I arrived earlier with the help you arranged. The flat above this bar became home when space opened. Delivery work filled the days after the restaurant shift ended. The conversation lengthened as they compared notes on London streets and the pace they followed in their separate routines. Eva described her path into legal practice. The firm occupies a building near the river. Cases involve companies disputing terms in contracts drawn up without enough foresight. I review documents late into evenings sometimes. The outcome depends on details overlooked by others. Rory asked about a particular area of interest. Any cases that remind you of the lectures we attended? Eva thought before she answered. Some principles carry over from the student debates. The quick thinking you always displayed would serve well in negotiations. Out of the box approaches win arguments in the boardroom as much as in class. Rory turned the comment aside with a shift in posture. Such thinking serves better in navigating traffic with stacked orders than in courtrooms. The change from student to urban runner happened in stages without plan. Eva pressed on the topic. You pursued the law studies at the start. What shifted the direction away from that? Rory's fingers moved to her left wrist and covered the small crescent scar left from an earlier fall. Life required distance. The flight from Cardiff came at the urging from your call that night. Evan required distance too. The pressure from family expectations added to the need for fresh ground. Eva's hand rested on the bar surface. The call arrived after midnight. Your voice sounded strained even then. I gave the London address and wished I had more to offer at that moment. Rory nodded once. The wish stayed unspoken until now. The reach out after the move never happened on either side. Silence filled the spaces between their responses as more customers entered the room. Eva talked about the passing of their mutual acquaintances from the university years. Some entered practice with your father. Others changed fields entirely. The group scattered without gathering again. Rory offered her own observations. The distance between then and now stretches across many unmade calls and unsent messages. The bar provides a fixed point in the movement of the city. Silas passed again behind them. His limp happened when he stepped down from a low stool he used for reaching higher shelves. He carried the responsibility of the place with quiet bearing. Eva mentioned a regret without naming it directly. I avoided the old neighborhoods when I first settled here. The fear that chance encounter would bring back too many questions stopped the effort to find you earlier. Rory answered in kind. My own avoidance ran parallel. The new phone number and the focus on immediate work left no room for the past connections to resume. They moved to the topic of the abusive ex with indirect references. The last night in Cardiff involved packing under pressure. Your suggestion to leave came at the moment when staying became impossible. Eva confirmed with her response. The train schedule allowed for the early departure. The relief came when you reported safe arrival. The conversation touched on current physical changes. Eva had gained a more measured way of moving, the quick steps of younger days replaced by deliberate strides. Her clothing now chose the lines of professional life over casual university wear. Rory had kept the black hair at shoulder length, the straight cut practical for the work she performed each day. Time altered the surroundings in the bar as well. The maps showed London as it existed in previous decades. The photographs froze scenes of the area before many of the current buildings rose. Silas attended to other customers at the far end. His authority over the space showed in the way he directed staff without raised voice. The hidden room waited behind the bookshelf for meetings that never overlapped with this reunion. The friends continued their exchange with references to specific shared events from the past. The library all nighter before exams. The arguments about legal ethics lasted until the librarian ushered them out at closing. The walk through Cardiff streets after graduation ceremony. Hopes for futures in law offices filled the talk that day. Now those hopes diverged into separate realities. Eva in the solicitor role with its demands. Rory in the role of delivery person with routes that covered much of the city on foot and wheel. The tension between the two versions of themselves emerged through the questions they avoided. Eva did not ask about the details of the departure night beyond what already surfaced. Rory did not inquire about any personal life changes Eva might have experienced in the interim. The rain outside continued its patter against the windows visible from the bar area. The green neon sign continued its glow above the entrance. Their glasses emptied and refilled at intervals. Each refill coincided with Silas's movement across the floor of the room. Rory spoke of a particular delivery that went awry. The client ordered from the restaurant during peak rain. The bag split on the way. The customer received compensation from the owner later. Eva responded with a similar mishap from her own professional life. A file went missing from the office. The search lasted hours until it appeared under another stack. The deadline passed with the error noted on record. The small stories built into larger patterns of their adapted lives. The bar filled gradually with more people. The additional voices created background layers that allowed the two to lean closer during parts of the discussion. Eva asked about the living arrangement above the bar. The space provides proximity to the Nest for evenings like this. Silas offers the arrangement in exchange for occasional assistance. Rory answered with details about the flat. The rooms stay sparse. The view overlooks the street below. The quiet allows for recovery from the shifts. The talk circled back to the initial surprise of the meeting. Eva expressed the unexpected nature in her words. This bar seemed an unlikely place for a reunion of the sort. Rory agreed. London brings such overlaps when least anticipated. The past days in Cardiff seem further with each year. The discussion extended into how they viewed their ages at twenty five. Eva noted the distance from the young women they had been. At university the world offered many paths. Each choice narrows the remaining options as time advances. Rory added her perspective. The choice of London over the planned path required acceptance of different outcomes. The regret surfaces in moments like this conversation. Silas approached once more with the bottle. Both times the visitors have changed since the first pour. He made the comment without expectation of response and moved on. The two sat with the comment hanging. More dialogue followed about the current state of the city. Construction projects altered many blocks. The traffic increased. The cost of housing rose beyond previous levels. Rory described how the delivery work exposed her to these changes on a daily basis. Each route reveals new developments or the loss of old corners. Eva mentioned her office window view of similar transformations. The city evolves faster than childhood memories allow room to process. The length of the reunion grew as they filled the time with these observations. The tension between their former selves and current ones remained present in the choice of topics and the avoidance of others. The scar on the wrist received another absent touch from Rory's fingers. The scar served as a reminder of earlier days without the complications added later. Eva noticed the motion but did not comment on it. The conversation progressed without resolution of the accumulated years. The bar staff prepared for later hours. The lights dimmed further in certain sections. The two continued to exchange words as the evening advanced in the space of the Raven's Nest.