Can you mend my broken heart?

[Gazing at the Starbucks café at the airports had become a ritual for her. A desperate attempt as she hoped against hope to see him again, probably get one more chance to kiss him again., Looking at the store all lost, she walked ahead, but stumbled and bumped against someone. , The cup of coffee that he had in his hand spilled all over just like the first time when she had met him. , \