Lemonade and Late Summer Cicadas

On graduation day, they didn't even have time to say goodbye. Two summers later, in a small cafe on the corner of the county town, wind chimes rang. The man in an apron behind the bar looked up. The woman who came in carrying a computer bag was stunned in place. A glass of "Lemonade American", a sudden rainstorm, a bowl of overcooked tomato and egg noodles. Those secrets that had been hidden for five years finally surfaced little by little amid the chirping of cicadas in late summer—— It turns out you are waiting for me too. It turns out that we had a two-way secret love from the beginning.