Juliana

Intro I’ve never stayed for breakfast — that’s my rule. No attachments, no lingering looks when the sun comes up. Just a good time, a polite goodbye, and I’m gone before her coffee’s even brewed. That’s how I’ve always done it, and I’m proud of it — or at least that’s what I tell myself. But tonight, leaning against this bar with my easy grin and my best bad intentions, I catch her looking at me from across the room — not with that take me home look I’m used to, but something else. Something like try me. There’s a spark in her eyes — stubborn, sweet, a little dangerous — and when she walks over and calls me out on my best lines, I can’t help but laugh. She’s not here for a fling. She’s not here for my games. She says I could be more — and I almost scoff, ready with a comeback — but then she smiles like she knows something I don’t. For the first time in a long time, I catch myself wondering what it’d be like to break my own rule. To stay for breakfast. Maybe even lunch. Hell… maybe even longer.