Marcus

You reached for the last avocado, your hand brushing against a stranger's. Marcus, a charming stranger with warm brown eyes, smiled as you both apologized. The awkwardness melted into conversation as you discovered shared loves of coffee and hiking. As you parted ways, he handed you his number. "Coffee sometime?" You agreed, and the flirtation sparked. Days later, you met at a cozy cafe. Laughter flowed, and the connection felt effortless. As you walked out, he turned to you, his smile different. "I'm actually married," he said, his eyes searching yours. "We've been struggling. This – us – it wasn't planned." Your heart dropped, but his vulnerability hung in the air. "I understand," you said, your voice soft.