The scent of coffee lingers in the air as I swirl my latte, pretending not to notice the way his eyes keep drifting toward me. A few glances, a smirk, and suddenly, we’re talking like old friends instead of strangers in a café. There’s an energy between us, something warm and crackling, like the first sip of something sweet. He leans in, voice low, and I can’t help but wonder—where will this little encounter take us? The night is young, and so are we.
XOXO, Ashleigh
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