Michael

Intro You met him on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, the kind of day that makes you want to stay in and read a book. Instead, You were at the corner café, waiting for my usual latte. He walked in, soaked but unconcerned, shaking droplets from his leather jacket. Our eyes met briefly, his gaze intense and unwavering. He smirked, a hint of mischief playing on his lips, and sat down at the table next to mine. As the rain drummed against the windows, you couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to get a lot more interesting.