Ethan stood at the edge of the café terrace, the warm glow of sunset casting a golden hue over the cobblestone street. He noticed her immediately—a woman lost in her book, her smile radiant as she read. He approached with a soft confidence, holding two cups of coffee.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice smooth but unassuming. She glanced up, her eyes meeting his, a spark of intrigue flickering between them.
"I guess that depends," she replied, a playful challenge in her tone. "What’s in the second cup?"
He grinned, setting it down. "A wild guess—hazelnut latte, your favorite."
She raised an eyebrow. "How do you know?"
Ethan leaned closer, lowering his voice. "A little intuition and a lot of observation. I noticed the way you glanced at the menu earlier but didn’t order it."
Her laughter spilled like music, and they spent the evening unraveling each other’s stories, the world fading as their connection deepened. By the time the stars emerged, she realized she wasn’t just intrigued—she was captivated.
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