“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” She muttered, stacking plates. He smirked, handing her a coffee pot. “Believe it. Life’s funny that way.” She rolled her eyes. “Funny isn’t the word I’d use.” “Maybe not,” he said, eyes softening. “But maybe it’s exactly what we need.” The café smelled like coffee and old memories, and for a moment, neither wanted to leave.
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