The first time Noah smiled at me, I was halfway through complaining about how terrible the coffee tasted.
"I made it," he said.
I froze with the mug still in my hands.
"You... made this?"
He nodded, looking far too proud of himself.
I took another sip, pretending to think about it. "It's still terrible."
His face fell for exactly one second before I laughed.
"I'm kidding."
"No, you're not."
"No," I admitted. "But I think I like the person who made it enough to keep drinking it."
For the first time that morning, he smiled without trying to hide it.
And somehow, the coffee didn't taste so bad anymore.
Trying to write something soft today. 🤍
Here's the opening of a romance I've been working on. Be honest... would you keep reading?
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