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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the sandy beach. Waves lapped gently at the shore, their rhythmic sound a soothing balm to Chrissy's restless spirit. She stood at the water's edge, her light brown hair tousled by the salty breeze, staring out at the vast expanse of the ocean. It was her sanctuary, a place where she felt most at home, far removed from the cacophony of her family life. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAtZuXbizXP
Chrissy had always felt like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit. Adopted into a loving family, she was surrounded by warmth and kindness, yet there was an unshakable sense of disconnect that clung to her like seaweed. Her parents and siblings were vibrant, outgoing individuals who thrived in social settings, while Chrissy often found solace in solitude. The irony was not lost on her; she was the odd one out in a family that had given her everything. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGeDHAaSlii
With a sigh, she kicked off her sandals and let the cool water lap at her feet. The sensation sent a shiver up her spine, but it was a welcome contrast to the heaviness that often weighed her down. Over 80% of the ocean remained unexplored—a vast, enigmatic world still waiting to be understood. That was why Chrissy believed in magic and mystery, why she never dismissed the possibility of the Loch Ness monster lurking in forgotten waters, why the legends of mermaids fascinated her. The ocean was more than just waves and tides—it was a realm of untold wonders, filled with creatures and truths hidden beyond human reach. How could she not believe in mythology when so much of the deep remained unknown? 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd9Urq282B1
She had come to the beach to escape, to seek out the hidden treasures of the shoreline—shark teeth, smooth stones, and perhaps a little bit of magic that the ocean seemed to promise. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3OcGj37yiE
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Answering the call of the sea, Chrissy waded into the water, letting the familiar pull of the tide wrap around her legs like a whispered invitation. As she dove beneath the surface, the brilliant world above dissolved into a shimmering haze, replaced by the magical realm beneath the waves.
She swam effortlessly, guided by the ocean's rhythm. Schools of iridescent fish darted in playful bursts, their scales catching fragments of light like scattered jewels, while coral formations stretched toward the surface—each crevice a tiny kingdom alive with vibrant color. Yet amid this natural splendor, a quieter, deeper pull stirred within her—a whisper that urged her to explore. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvGusIu7nb4
Not toward a hidden cave she'd sometimes imagined, but to the rocky seabed nearby. Following that subtle sensation, she ran her fingertips lightly over the rugged terrain, feeling the transition from smooth stone to jagged ridges. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXd0E4sONAb
Then her hand stilled. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNL5drcWxRK
There, nestled among the scattered rocks and shifting sand, lay a single opal. Its surface shimmered in the fractured sunlight, revealing hues of blue, green, and flickers of iridescent pink—as if it were a secret waiting to be discovered. She brushed away the coarse grains and gently picked it up, surprised by its warmth amid the cool water. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhvLHNOWORf
A quiet pulse seemed to emanate from the stone—a subtle, almost unspoken energy that filled her with a sense of knowing. Though it was only a fragment lost in the vast ocean, as Chrissy held the opal close, she felt that the sea itself was whispering its secrets. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG5u265WfTq
She pressed it into her grip, tucking it close as if protecting the mystery it held. The ocean hadn't revealed all its secrets yet—but perhaps, just perhaps, it had offered her the first piece of something waiting to be uncovered. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnwRgIrSVIk
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Chrissy stepped onto the shore, water trickling down her skin as the last traces of daylight painted the sky in soft hues. She ran a hand through her damp hair, pulling it into a loose bun before reaching for the small bag she'd left on the sand. With quick, practiced movements, she slipped a pair of lightweight shorts over her bathing suit, followed by a loose tank top, the fabric clinging slightly from the lingering saltwater.
Yet even as she dressed, her mind remained elsewhere—locked on the opal she had just uncovered. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8FlEAHJcDv
Turning it over, she watched how it shimmered, shifting between deep blues, vibrant greens, and flickers of iridescent pink. It was mesmerizing, unlike anything she had ever found. Why had the ocean hidden this beneath the sand—waiting for her to uncover it? 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv0bc6Lpxny
As she wandered along the beach, Chrissy's mind drifted. She thought about the book she intended to pick up at the Book Nook, a quaint little shop that smelled of aged pages and brewed coffee. She envisioned the story waiting for her, a world far removed from her own, filled with adventure and romance. It was the kind of escape she craved, a way to lose herself in someone else's life, if only for a few hours. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAAEcy6eMbs
Lost in thought, she barely noticed the figure approaching until it was too late. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ246oPkpjh
In a moment of distraction, she collided with someone, the impact sending her tumbling backward onto the sand. Mortified, she started to push herself up, brushing grains of sand from her arms, when a steady hand appeared in front of her. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvarLXRygxc
She hesitated for a beat, then took it. His grip was firm but careful, effortlessly pulling her to her feet. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFOAJqxtHEf
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Chrissy brushed the last grains of sand from her skin, still flustered from the unexpected collision. The stranger had already stepped back, giving her space, but as he moved, something caught his eye near her feet. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeFfDfw4s4F
He crouched down, plucking a smooth, iridescent stone from the ground. The opal.188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZwjIokQLFm
"Hey, I think you dropped this," he said, holding it out to her. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSuWhSCJmar
Chrissy stared at it for a moment before reaching for it. "Oh. Yeah. Thanks." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSdiw8zNx6B
She turned it over in her palm, watching the deep blues and greens shift in the fading sunlight. Yeah, I found it in the water while I was swimming. It had been buried beneath the ocean's sand, the currents shifting just enough to reveal it to her. She hadn't even realized she'd lost it. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8nekHyNXaz
"You found that in the water?" he asked, still studying the opal with curiosity. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS2tuY9CVnO
Chrissy nodded. "It was buried under the sand—like it was waiting for me." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡakW3FrWRdx
He raised a brow but didn't laugh, didn't brush off her words like most people would. Instead, he nodded thoughtfully. "I get that. Some things are meant to find us—no matter how impossible it seems." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ05Z6hX9Q0C
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Chrissy shifted her weight slightly, brushing the last remnants of sand from her arms, preparing to move along. The interaction had been brief—a collision, an apology, and the return of her opal. She figured that was the end of it.
"Oh—uh, sorry for bumping into you," she said, offering a small, sheepish smile. "And thanks for helping me up." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1sTQ095msT
He shrugged, his stance easy, hands tucked casually into his pockets. "No problem. You alright?" 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxMAloVyKZe
"Yeah, just embarrassed," she admitted, laughing softly. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnPXTSv4uHN
She shifted slightly, ready to keep moving when he spoke again. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB6IJBpzLoI
"I'm Nick, by the way. I'm new to the area." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxjuetgE2Tu
The stranger spoke with an effortless confidence, his tone casual but inviting. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeT1PjSq58x
Chrissy hesitated for a second before responding. "Chrissy." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ48HWGyIqKQ
Nick nodded, glancing at the shoreline. "Do you come to the beach often?" 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx9YPxAygcE
Chrissy followed his gaze. "Yeah, whenever I need to clear my head. I love looking for shark teeth, seashells, sea glass—whatever the ocean decides to leave behind." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN7N7exIgLI
His interest sparked visibly. "Shark teeth? Like actual ones?" 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZe0Gr1I2xv
She nodded. "They're fossils. You just have to know what to look for." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi5aDW0GMCO
A smirk tugged at his lips. "That's a pretty cool hobby. Mind if I tag along? I feel like I've been missing out on some hidden treasure." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDVicIRduL1
Chrissy hesitated briefly, then shrugged. "Sure, if you don't mind walking slow. I scan every inch." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxEGN2bUmRa
Nick grinned. "Patience isn't my strongest quality, but I'll give it a shot." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡffGai1ZvvW
They started walking, the rhythm of the waves matching their steps. After a moment, Chrissy bent down, scanning the sand with sharp focus. Within seconds, she plucked a small black tooth from the ground and held it up triumphantly. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcz9jSiJNC1
Nick stared at it, mouth slightly agape. "No way." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTjheLnjVoh
Chrissy laughed. "Told you." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmx9ecsDwiM
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Twilight settled over the beach, casting deep blues and purples across the sky. The ocean, ever-moving, whispered against the shore, folding waves onto the sand as if urging secrets into the world.
Chrissy and Nick walked side by side, their conversation fading into quiet observation. There was something calming about the weight of the evening—the shift from casual conversation to simply existing in the same space, letting the world unfold around them. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPTcUCKQTC0
Then, Chrissy caught sight of something. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Pz0NjuAVu
She bent down suddenly, eyes locking onto an odd shape amid the sand. With practiced fingers, she brushed away the grains, then lifted it between her fingertips. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsmxWrAIK2N
A shark tooth. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG5wq1UeWrG
Slightly larger than the last, its dark edges smoothed by time, waiting to be uncovered. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnEO4gcq5ta
Nick shook his head in disbelief. "Okay, now I'm convinced—you have some kind of magic ability to find these." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCPwG2hRpsg
Chrissy grinned. "It's not magic. Just patience." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz0t2Gzp8Pu
Nick hummed in thought, watching as she tucked the tooth into her pocket. "You ever wonder if magic is real?" 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUHHAwrsSWZ
Chrissy glanced at him, caught off guard by the question. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2RNAcRDten
"All the time," she admitted. "But I don't know if it's the kind of thing we ever really find." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFLEHn7NNmA
Nick studied her expression before responding, voice quiet but sure. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDSZPxuAdcm
"Maybe magic isn't just something we search for—maybe it's something we create." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4eEMiLMJnS
Chrissy didn't say anything right away. Instead, she looked back at the ocean, at the way the waves stretched endlessly toward the horizon. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6EB45I4IQe
And for the first time in a long time, she let herself believe that maybe—just maybe—Nick was right. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtK5vVHsZdD
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The tide rushed in, slamming against the formations of Blowing Rocks, sending bursts of sea spray into the air. The water surged through the narrow crevices of stone, spilling over in white bursts before retreating—only to rise again with renewed force.
Chrissy sat on one of the flatter rock surfaces, legs crossed, arms resting on her knees, watching the waves crash against the shore. Nick sat beside her, quiet at first, studying the restless water. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtvTvqbiI8h
"You know," he said finally, voice casual but curious, "I've been talking about myself this whole time. What about you? What's your family like?" 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7v4lNLFYZ9
Chrissy hesitated. The question was simple enough, yet it never felt simple to answer. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCbd6kBKknZ
She exhaled, keeping her gaze on the sea. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXVYzP55AQu
"I love my family," she said carefully, thoughtfully. "But...I'm adopted." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgyDEV1MU8C
She paused, fingers tracing mindless patterns against the rock beneath her. "Even all these years later, I still feel like a stranger sometimes." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcjijSq0HM8
Nick didn't say anything, didn't rush her or fill the silence with words meant to smooth over the heaviness of the confession. He just let her speak. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4S54tDdElW
Chrissy swallowed, forcing a small laugh—one without humor. "Sometimes I feel like I don't fit anywhere. Like I'm just—broken. And people try to fix me, but there doesn't seem to be a fix." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcbel5mlxOP
A gust of wind rolled through, carrying the scent of salt and seaweed, stirring her damp hair. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBtIzau0NpP
Nick leaned back on his hands, letting her words settle before he responded. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNmJc6PDl7i
"I don't think you're broken," he said simply. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPSXyGLFNEq
Chrissy glanced at him, but he wasn't looking at her. He was still watching the tide, as if reading some unseen meaning in the way it moved—how it crashed, withdrew, and returned again. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyzaJMvl0jA
She wasn't sure what to say to that. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpTQkyhMDwU
Nick sighed, letting his shoulders rise and fall with the movement. "I get it, though. Feeling like you don't belong. Feeling like you should know exactly who you are, but somehow, you don't." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrcYq1eBk2F
Chrissy studied him now, realizing that this conversation—this moment—was not one-sided. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4GgTouRB3T
Nick turned to her, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Maybe that's why you love the ocean," he murmured. "It doesn't belong to any one place—it just exists. And no matter how much people try to understand it, there are parts of it that can't be understood. Not fully." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXzbgst52wD
Chrissy swallowed, her throat suddenly tight. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuq1fxYoaBN
She looked back at the waves. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzovgc5WVlE
Maybe that was why she loved the ocean. Maybe Nick was right. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlkTmw74fwZ
But she wasn't sure how to say that yet. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiP4VZE84BR
Instead, she let the sound of the water speak for her. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzduw1fGJaE
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The tide crashed against the rugged formations of Blowing Rocks, sending bursts of sea spray into the air before retreating back into the depths. The limestone—weathered and worn by years of relentless waves—stood firm beneath Chrissy and Nick as they sat in quiet observation. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpCtCfJ71Uu
There was something untamed about this place, something she understood. Here, the ocean wasn't controlled—it carved its own path, shaped its own world, dictated its own rhythm. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgN6tbVydMp
For a long moment, neither of them spoke, letting the sound of the waves fill the space between them. Then, Chrissy reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and checked the time. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNComjKtrfd
9:27 PM.188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLtTglnKqCQ
She sighed softly, brushing her thumb over the screen. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFbbvn5PF8O
"Oh. Well, I've gotta go," she murmured, more to herself than to him. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEnlrGWKtGx
Nick stretched his arms over his knees, casting a quick glance at her. "You headed home?" 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2eBb5nWtCH
Chrissy shook her head, slipping her phone back into her bag. "Nope. The Book Nook." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7EWKdcC4kA
Nick raised a brow. "At almost 9:30 at night?" 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqnedCRxYzd
She stood, stretching her legs before answering. "Yep. I want time to look around, grab a coffee, maybe a chocolate muffin if they still have any left." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE5I2gcx8Uv
Nick let out a quiet laugh. "Alright, solid priorities." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdXXOSUETSj
A pause lingered between them, just long enough for him to consider something. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB3we0mEitn
"I'll walk you." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNtlMz9tuDq
Chrissy hesitated, glancing toward the dimly lit path leading back to town. She wasn't worried about walking alone. But... she didn't mind the idea of not walking alone, either. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE2MIMPGb6f
"You sure?" she asked. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0FMN8dNJaX
Nick shrugged. "Yeah." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGOwtta5m9k
They started down the path, the sound of the ocean fading behind them, carried only by the breeze as the night stretched on. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVkRu5tGSxa
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The streets were quiet, illuminated only by the glow of distant streetlamps casting long shadows against the pavement. Their footsteps settled into a slow rhythm, the world around them hushed, as if waiting for the conversation to unfold. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMfHa37wXFd
"So, what book are you picking up?" Nick asked, glancing at her as they walked. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEJuIt3XuU8
Chrissy smiled slightly. "A historical romance." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFoysOyjAlB
Nick smirked. "Of course." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeLiPWXGQPa
She shot him a look. "What's that supposed to mean?" 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1v4Fzjl2KV
He shrugged. "Just feels like the right choice for you." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV5TsZFZTaX
Chrissy let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "I love them, even though I don't believe in that kind of love anymore." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUHrgV0mkmQ
Nick's brow lifted slightly at that, his curiosity apparent. "Why not?" 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUVGAOCCMLF
Chrissy hesitated, thoughtful. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF35A4MF1zV
"I don't know," she admitted finally. "It's just hard to believe that the kind of love you can write about actually happens in real life. It seems more like fiction than reality." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw5b7rgamgJ
She exhaled, glancing ahead toward the Book Nook's soft glow in the distance. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlXDsGN0sJB
"Beautiful fiction," she murmured. "But still fiction." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqWaTimLxTx
Nick was quiet for a moment, as if weighing her words, testing them against his own experience. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQvQSnpyLmh
Then, after a beat, he simply said, "Maybe."188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡukrhjccG6G
Chrissy narrowed her eyes slightly, glancing at him as they approached the store. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡliQmfFMi4K
"Why did you say 'maybe'?" 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWJhsHZPAqY
Nick smirked, stepping just ahead of her, turning slightly toward the glow of the Book Nook's window display. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwkVVLMdA0d
"Well," he mused, his gaze flicking briefly to hers, "I met a pretty girl at the beach tonight. She kinda knocked the wind out of me." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfxo42PPc2l
The realization hit Chrissy all at once—the reference to their earlier collision, the teasing smirk, the casual confidence in his words. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmhUrTHovac
And just like that—she felt mortified all over again. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmpyE0z8YYW
She groaned, covering her face briefly with one hand. "Oh my gosh, are we really bringing that up again?" 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqi3kWc8CED
Nick chuckled, absolutely not letting her escape this. "It was a pretty memorable moment, Chrissy. Hard to forget nearly getting tackled into the sand." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpr0briZdhm
She peeked at him through her fingers, narrowing her eyes. "You could just pretend it never happened." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrII1rRPXhT
Nick grinned. "Oh, I definitely could. But where's the fun in that?" 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHwkjkKbIiR
Chrissy sighed, dropping her hand with a resigned shake of her head. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8H6UAdsC7e
Nick glanced at the Book Nook's door, then back at her. "You know what? I might as well go in, too. These chocolate muffins you swear by seem to be all the rage, and I need to see for myself if your romance novels are as dramatic as you claim." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwKR1x9Kda2
Chrissy blinked, a little caught off guard. He's actually coming in? 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiFzjOgdZkL
She smirked, adjusting the strap on her shoulder. "Well, duh. Of course the chocolate muffins are the best—especially paired with their chocolate mocha coffee." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbl5ORPyf0Y
She sighed, as if describing something truly sacred. "Paradise. Especially when you've got a good book, sitting in a cozy corner, curled up in a comfy chair." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlsB3whweiz
Nick raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his expression. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVHnivsGL0B
"A chocolate muffin and a chocolate coffee," he mused, his voice laced with teasing curiosity. "I see a trend here. Or is it just a coincidence that both have chocolate?" 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4UY2z8QbH6
Chrissy rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Chocolate is elite. If you don't understand that, I don't know if we can be friends." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0C5eermQed
Nick smirked. "Is that a dealbreaker?" 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwa3Fc9jefX
Chrissy paused, like she was truly considering the weight of the question. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwwLRZmj12u
Then, with absolute seriousness, she nodded. Yes. Most definitely." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZsiROnmnZP
Nick laughed, shaking his head. "Well, it's a good thing I love chocolate." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb6k4K46Qvc
Chrissy grinned, satisfied. "Alright. You can stay." 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBjsg3N7m0P
Nick pulled open the door, still smirking. 188Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPfOWncnlUD
The night stretched around them, the warm hum of the bookstore waiting beyond the door.
And for now, neither of them were quite ready to let it end.
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