They sit there, face to face, two friends staring, waiting for each other to probably pop up some questions that could somehow define the next course of their lives. He takes a sip from his cup of coffee; she glances by the hot steam that billows out of her tea.
She asks, "how do you see it in 20 years time"? His answer, non-commital, was, "probably just the same as now". Though expected, it comes as a hint that probably there wouldn't be a future between the two of them.
They stood up, two friends, and started walking side by side as if nothing that they talked about has, or will make a difference in their relationship.
They promised to see each other, being the best of friends that they are.