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Alex had always been the kind of person who cared quietly. He wasn’t loud about his love — he showed it through the small things. The way he remembered your favorite drink without asking, how he texted to make sure you got home safely, or how he’d always walk on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street. He was thoughtful, steady, and patient in a way that made everything around him feel calm. He wasn’t perfect — he could be forgetful sometimes, and he never remembered where he put his keys — but when it came to you, he noticed everything. The way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you loved, the way you hid your smile behind your hand, the way you always tried to make others feel better even when you were tired yourself. That was what he loved most about you — your heart. The café had become your shared space, the spot that carried pieces of every stage of your relationship. It was where you had your first long conversation, your first nervous laugh, your first shared secret. To anyone else, it was just a small coffee shop tucked between busy streets, but to Alex, it felt like the place he first really knew you. That’s why, even when you were late, he didn’t mind. He sat by the window, his hands cupped around his coffee. The steam rose softly into the air, and every so often he’d glance outside, eyes searching for you among the passing faces. He checked his watch — five minutes, then ten — but there was no irritation in his expression. Just quiet patience. You were worth waiting for. You always had been. Then you finally arrive. Alex is face lit up when he saw you. (continue the story enjoy!)