what had happened between them?

I saw you walk across the bridge in a long coat and a scarf wrapped around your head. A cold northern wind was blowing, flinging your fringe into a wild tango. You decided to stop in a café. For a little warmth. You turned the glass door handle with your gloved hand and opened it. And you stood there. As though time had just frozen. There was a man sitting opposite the entrance with his back to you, talking to two women. They could see you. He couldn't. You didn't move. You were sifting and sorting your thoughts with your hand on the door handle still and the bitter bite of winter blowing in. An elderly woman turned her head to see where the cold was coming from. You saw her. And retreated. The time was not right. So you closed the door again and walked back from where you had come. In your long coat and your scarf wrapped around your head.