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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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrg96oi6g3c
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz8dDJ2lin2
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? 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWCE7NNJT34
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ33oFMf0CJ0
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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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcdV5ngQuYY
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFIdoDS3TVN
Then her hand stilled. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡskLCQAsib3
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpBG6m5QzHy
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwVxWNoZvGb
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK5kOwahIh6
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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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh7OxYMx4vE
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? 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6b3H8OPAD4
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIwVq4FR2zE
Lost in thought, she barely noticed the figure approaching until it was too late. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCxugEylkKq
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh8kr9mFYBK
She hesitated for a beat, then took it. His grip was firm but careful, effortlessly pulling her to her feet. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkQd7PQeQB0
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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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡocuhB5E648
He crouched down, plucking a smooth, iridescent stone from the ground. The opal.163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡosPBpLALce
"Hey, I think you dropped this," he said, holding it out to her. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgXBHn7Rr0I
Chrissy stared at it for a moment before reaching for it. "Oh. Yeah. Thanks." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv8Jd9D4nWA
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw2EI6Iuguj
"You found that in the water?" he asked, still studying the opal with curiosity. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlJD98NAvDn
Chrissy nodded. "It was buried under the sand—like it was waiting for me." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl7RbVRRyhA
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." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQR9ypELbM7
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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." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOHUB7yMp4h
He shrugged, his stance easy, hands tucked casually into his pockets. "No problem. You alright?" 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdnZOw96Qig
"Yeah, just embarrassed," she admitted, laughing softly. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsAF6wlknLd
She shifted slightly, ready to keep moving when he spoke again. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgQItXb4c2v
"I'm Nick, by the way. I'm new to the area." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfwA8FnBVSa
The stranger spoke with an effortless confidence, his tone casual but inviting. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgKcAKnjpBe
Chrissy hesitated for a second before responding. "Chrissy." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCsM6fwCRGP
Nick nodded, glancing at the shoreline. "Do you come to the beach often?" 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyxDT2YV2la
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." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT4ADlVh5QZ
His interest sparked visibly. "Shark teeth? Like actual ones?" 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHSeAvfng6I
She nodded. "They're fossils. You just have to know what to look for." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtDfc1nRvpy
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." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH4qGn7Lk0E
Chrissy hesitated briefly, then shrugged. "Sure, if you don't mind walking slow. I scan every inch." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL3JqUYOshR
Nick grinned. "Patience isn't my strongest quality, but I'll give it a shot." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Kg81uCDQ7
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ67rSpJpQ1d
Nick stared at it, mouth slightly agape. "No way." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcdCRx2MgtW
Chrissy laughed. "Told you." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0EYsTQNttY
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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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZHoG48yMgn
Then, Chrissy caught sight of something. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQlhJfh01Vt
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ92YRYq663m
A shark tooth. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQut6lIKF16
Slightly larger than the last, its dark edges smoothed by time, waiting to be uncovered. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLeOcXFDAIH
Nick shook his head in disbelief. "Okay, now I'm convinced—you have some kind of magic ability to find these." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgvSj3txl2G
Chrissy grinned. "It's not magic. Just patience." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk1qs4SX8ch
Nick hummed in thought, watching as she tucked the tooth into her pocket. "You ever wonder if magic is real?" 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3MZSLPmoQT
Chrissy glanced at him, caught off guard by the question. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY6huzJ7WNw
"All the time," she admitted. "But I don't know if it's the kind of thing we ever really find." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMiHHyR8sUI
Nick studied her expression before responding, voice quiet but sure. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7sIoKFXAQn
"Maybe magic isn't just something we search for—maybe it's something we create." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡco1wOmjbQd
Chrissy didn't say anything right away. Instead, she looked back at the ocean, at the way the waves stretched endlessly toward the horizon. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCjpcNoN83B
And for the first time in a long time, she let herself believe that maybe—just maybe—Nick was right. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW5B5kMGWz1
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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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLUqoNxtlIe
"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?" 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLNHuijYSNH
Chrissy hesitated. The question was simple enough, yet it never felt simple to answer. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuzWM53akVj
She exhaled, keeping her gaze on the sea. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7UrTbRXpvA
"I love my family," she said carefully, thoughtfully. "But...I'm adopted." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSOixIraVWe
She paused, fingers tracing mindless patterns against the rock beneath her. "Even all these years later, I still feel like a stranger sometimes." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2hdqyJVx75
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt4Cf262SBc
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." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3keGwR0Rxb
A gust of wind rolled through, carrying the scent of salt and seaweed, stirring her damp hair. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCWJAPet2rB
Nick leaned back on his hands, letting her words settle before he responded. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl74BBLJWGx
"I don't think you're broken," he said simply. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBQCj25NP44
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu2qCnnU3Xr
She wasn't sure what to say to that. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHrHgRahWqn
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." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyNZ31dLwxF
Chrissy studied him now, realizing that this conversation—this moment—was not one-sided. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBA44j2KBHh
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." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTPC8yYHHzp
Chrissy swallowed, her throat suddenly tight. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡth5ogwqbMM
She looked back at the waves. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6eY8h2rpGm
Maybe that was why she loved the ocean. Maybe Nick was right. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWf1ComvRCL
But she wasn't sure how to say that yet. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzp1CEBhc2T
Instead, she let the sound of the water speak for her. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6FSmU4sHJQ
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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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpR467iLO7N
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAa1DSLeIEK
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvH0pTIoCZb
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She sighed softly, brushing her thumb over the screen. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAcfAMj3z40
"Oh. Well, I've gotta go," she murmured, more to herself than to him. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnTdhYCUQ2F
Nick stretched his arms over his knees, casting a quick glance at her. "You headed home?" 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTcWo7hgUau
Chrissy shook her head, slipping her phone back into her bag. "Nope. The Book Nook." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm5cKI5OWdS
Nick raised a brow. "At almost 9:30 at night?" 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPdoH52IOT1
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." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCqqrSZAKub
Nick let out a quiet laugh. "Alright, solid priorities." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsp7BZ6fIiM
A pause lingered between them, just long enough for him to consider something. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ63U7azR1VV
"I'll walk you." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWlCM1IwrtT
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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCf42QWHaDp
"You sure?" she asked. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYr59M8YpaV
Nick shrugged. "Yeah." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA106Mrzbmo
They started down the path, the sound of the ocean fading behind them, carried only by the breeze as the night stretched on. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqtXvtrC3Ya
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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. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRurH0Huuqy
"So, what book are you picking up?" Nick asked, glancing at her as they walked. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP9YWJjw8aj
Chrissy smiled slightly. "A historical romance." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBq1wWpAfyW
Nick smirked. "Of course." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbtPDwb7cpD
She shot him a look. "What's that supposed to mean?" 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6OdKrYZIaX
He shrugged. "Just feels like the right choice for you." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2ttShzq4sy
Chrissy let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "I love them, even though I don't believe in that kind of love anymore." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKKG27hXPzP
Nick's brow lifted slightly at that, his curiosity apparent. "Why not?" 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqt4CL86mKf
Chrissy hesitated, thoughtful. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWss1IOoGPk
"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." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNd9sC9hjji
She exhaled, glancing ahead toward the Book Nook's soft glow in the distance. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ6ZPZSKA9A
"Beautiful fiction," she murmured. "But still fiction." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxtgQWq88hh
Nick was quiet for a moment, as if weighing her words, testing them against his own experience. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4bavs3Ms5n
Then, after a beat, he simply said, "Maybe."163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmm4UtMsjG6
Chrissy narrowed her eyes slightly, glancing at him as they approached the store. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtOUx0H3z4m
"Why did you say 'maybe'?" 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmfJfJEjpB2
Nick smirked, stepping just ahead of her, turning slightly toward the glow of the Book Nook's window display. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxvlj6blNrm
"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." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSE4usdaxi4
The realization hit Chrissy all at once—the reference to their earlier collision, the teasing smirk, the casual confidence in his words. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm2KJYyrTTI
And just like that—she felt mortified all over again. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDy6MRIk1GQ
She groaned, covering her face briefly with one hand. "Oh my gosh, are we really bringing that up again?" 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4c9LdJKFjJ
Nick chuckled, absolutely not letting her escape this. "It was a pretty memorable moment, Chrissy. Hard to forget nearly getting tackled into the sand." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZyKf6C2SlL
She peeked at him through her fingers, narrowing her eyes. "You could just pretend it never happened." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Rp4X7qm9z
Nick grinned. "Oh, I definitely could. But where's the fun in that?" 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXU7AMtDbAh
Chrissy sighed, dropping her hand with a resigned shake of her head. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcwO2HncJ6t
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." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6OrXBG4Iax
Chrissy blinked, a little caught off guard. He's actually coming in? 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe2Hgym4iE5
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." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN7MW2kkFWQ
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." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz55Lx2c5qs
Nick raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his expression. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd6tYmbywG5
"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?" 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrBRh9ilmYf
Chrissy rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Chocolate is elite. If you don't understand that, I don't know if we can be friends." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJJiGJuonrG
Nick smirked. "Is that a dealbreaker?" 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkg8pfF62j4
Chrissy paused, like she was truly considering the weight of the question. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZSikSLjgGr
Then, with absolute seriousness, she nodded. Yes. Most definitely." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXk84HYiLuT
Nick laughed, shaking his head. "Well, it's a good thing I love chocolate." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBoMcIWXW7T
Chrissy grinned, satisfied. "Alright. You can stay." 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfuBtI46rfF
Nick pulled open the door, still smirking. 163Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBrxJsqmSCP
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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