Being back in New York City was weird for Landon, especially with his PTSD and nightmares from his ten years in the military. He was slowly but surely getting back into the habit of things, back to what seemed like normal. Unpacking his last box in his family home, he decided to go out and grab a cup of coffee at the nearby cafe. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he started walking that way and he looked around as he did so. It was a nice day and he actually missed the sound of all the car horns honking. Walking into the cafe about five minutes later, he stopped in his tracks when he saw a very familiar blonde sitting down drinking her coffee. Fuck. Slowly making his way to the line to order his coffee, he turned his head back towards her to see her looking at him as well.