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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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡajT2VnzLMu
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLeWxfohNom
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? 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2xOtyaHYE3
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcVk2rqoeo9
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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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3lxe7dtm4n
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfr1YabRy2o
Then her hand stilled. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXGSWP7V1Mk
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4FDmwKXnZ6
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBymGqNlh4O
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAdjSmV9cPp
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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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeKX4OnnoQS
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? 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfVWMeb52Kw
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaJ0xNRYp7Y
Lost in thought, she barely noticed the figure approaching until it was too late. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwQtLE9Eyax
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ49mQom2lFP
She hesitated for a beat, then took it. His grip was firm but careful, effortlessly pulling her to her feet. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHV00c62Zhx
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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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkG5rvEhMeZ
He crouched down, plucking a smooth, iridescent stone from the ground. The opal.255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSkyxYHrsBY
"Hey, I think you dropped this," he said, holding it out to her. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWSjIbJKvIY
Chrissy stared at it for a moment before reaching for it. "Oh. Yeah. Thanks." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn1XVxPsH9I
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTOP9Zd8WGE
"You found that in the water?" he asked, still studying the opal with curiosity. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpwK5Ul7SJe
Chrissy nodded. "It was buried under the sand—like it was waiting for me." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡarohl3mRuF
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." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwnhhQrRAnT
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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." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUtDdZdAxLU
He shrugged, his stance easy, hands tucked casually into his pockets. "No problem. You alright?" 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡglPaMluwUr
"Yeah, just embarrassed," she admitted, laughing softly. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtECmntp6ac
She shifted slightly, ready to keep moving when he spoke again. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ96oVbGmcaB
"I'm Nick, by the way. I'm new to the area." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxV0XRwuT2K
The stranger spoke with an effortless confidence, his tone casual but inviting. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjIBVONdM6h
Chrissy hesitated for a second before responding. "Chrissy." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDqKDYfzpks
Nick nodded, glancing at the shoreline. "Do you come to the beach often?" 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQz6lAoJUAO
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." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp05qh0vPaA
His interest sparked visibly. "Shark teeth? Like actual ones?" 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmIudC0PpQu
She nodded. "They're fossils. You just have to know what to look for." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHr4YnJenVw
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." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR9pPZ0UKdc
Chrissy hesitated briefly, then shrugged. "Sure, if you don't mind walking slow. I scan every inch." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAOBjdgPeCI
Nick grinned. "Patience isn't my strongest quality, but I'll give it a shot." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQBus84d3fy
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUpyWW35A2X
Nick stared at it, mouth slightly agape. "No way." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhUklV83ptf
Chrissy laughed. "Told you." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBD57lFnXWy
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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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0yiOgKSaYr
Then, Chrissy caught sight of something. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq1Cr8vWQYC
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9fxyqSbdnI
A shark tooth. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw4KK0EQQpS
Slightly larger than the last, its dark edges smoothed by time, waiting to be uncovered. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfN0dcjJUOb
Nick shook his head in disbelief. "Okay, now I'm convinced—you have some kind of magic ability to find these." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ72XApKnvn4
Chrissy grinned. "It's not magic. Just patience." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaRN3Zrhc9w
Nick hummed in thought, watching as she tucked the tooth into her pocket. "You ever wonder if magic is real?" 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJFRy4RmzE8
Chrissy glanced at him, caught off guard by the question. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJkFcWTWkPO
"All the time," she admitted. "But I don't know if it's the kind of thing we ever really find." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3hut3poPBf
Nick studied her expression before responding, voice quiet but sure. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAvHn4paET9
"Maybe magic isn't just something we search for—maybe it's something we create." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8lQ5EAdG2i
Chrissy didn't say anything right away. Instead, she looked back at the ocean, at the way the waves stretched endlessly toward the horizon. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP05qXRmOgr
And for the first time in a long time, she let herself believe that maybe—just maybe—Nick was right. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8mFEQdonGk
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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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBEGzrsyb3W
"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?" 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYGWFp40q3j
Chrissy hesitated. The question was simple enough, yet it never felt simple to answer. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8z1tGB2V66
She exhaled, keeping her gaze on the sea. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6MBd3CWy1d
"I love my family," she said carefully, thoughtfully. "But...I'm adopted." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSjDtx6wRyo
She paused, fingers tracing mindless patterns against the rock beneath her. "Even all these years later, I still feel like a stranger sometimes." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF2lKrrV7hR
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQOrznGzzt1
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." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0CKBsSa2aZ
A gust of wind rolled through, carrying the scent of salt and seaweed, stirring her damp hair. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ieaZa1PYW
Nick leaned back on his hands, letting her words settle before he responded. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ50R1tbtI9n
"I don't think you're broken," he said simply. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHxCR4fkZSu
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwj4Oeo9t9R
She wasn't sure what to say to that. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP01uuMprvE
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." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjIgHaCrVhU
Chrissy studied him now, realizing that this conversation—this moment—was not one-sided. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdkHOYnP8S0
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." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGB8d57izvd
Chrissy swallowed, her throat suddenly tight. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ63kQTP0XcX
She looked back at the waves. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡze8rIaNJBi
Maybe that was why she loved the ocean. Maybe Nick was right. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Zusytds9F
But she wasn't sure how to say that yet. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj4Xpsby5zD
Instead, she let the sound of the water speak for her. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAtLFvdthcJ
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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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv1B060S5Lv
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJoH3Eq4mga
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0BYbdBPfBK
9:27 PM.255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDRXelnQk7Q
She sighed softly, brushing her thumb over the screen. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ99ugU4fBVq
"Oh. Well, I've gotta go," she murmured, more to herself than to him. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiq9sU5xAvw
Nick stretched his arms over his knees, casting a quick glance at her. "You headed home?" 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3kZRmDKNUR
Chrissy shook her head, slipping her phone back into her bag. "Nope. The Book Nook." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ag0RCeUDq
Nick raised a brow. "At almost 9:30 at night?" 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOg8puEjvKW
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." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYFuo0e84Yd
Nick let out a quiet laugh. "Alright, solid priorities." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6UPh0PA8HV
A pause lingered between them, just long enough for him to consider something. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd5l01g8ead
"I'll walk you." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmBNrUtgpzC
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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdKJIs3T18B
"You sure?" she asked. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2IFVQsHxu0
Nick shrugged. "Yeah." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIUpl318K5d
They started down the path, the sound of the ocean fading behind them, carried only by the breeze as the night stretched on. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT75TIsQa6M
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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. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqjG9BBlxK5
"So, what book are you picking up?" Nick asked, glancing at her as they walked. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQshiJg0K1j
Chrissy smiled slightly. "A historical romance." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRbUf5osfDi
Nick smirked. "Of course." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlFYPcb6vTi
She shot him a look. "What's that supposed to mean?" 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBOD9xdwELo
He shrugged. "Just feels like the right choice for you." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv2D96XkADm
Chrissy let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "I love them, even though I don't believe in that kind of love anymore." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWQPMvmhVtQ
Nick's brow lifted slightly at that, his curiosity apparent. "Why not?" 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJjLcQtTJrp
Chrissy hesitated, thoughtful. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUCOOBvHKvH
"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." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSNZcyWeJRB
She exhaled, glancing ahead toward the Book Nook's soft glow in the distance. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYjIHchLlTS
"Beautiful fiction," she murmured. "But still fiction." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzJOWzyAung
Nick was quiet for a moment, as if weighing her words, testing them against his own experience. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB8coX7Q0kv
Then, after a beat, he simply said, "Maybe."255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL2LrGmZ6DT
Chrissy narrowed her eyes slightly, glancing at him as they approached the store. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGWWzSqzeHd
"Why did you say 'maybe'?" 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy0blZY2aql
Nick smirked, stepping just ahead of her, turning slightly toward the glow of the Book Nook's window display. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1fyh5WzrVI
"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." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWQ6ddlXRvA
The realization hit Chrissy all at once—the reference to their earlier collision, the teasing smirk, the casual confidence in his words. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7diFqKEYiR
And just like that—she felt mortified all over again. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMAZSvesggg
She groaned, covering her face briefly with one hand. "Oh my gosh, are we really bringing that up again?" 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxthxGG6AGz
Nick chuckled, absolutely not letting her escape this. "It was a pretty memorable moment, Chrissy. Hard to forget nearly getting tackled into the sand." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP07jGKC4dt
She peeked at him through her fingers, narrowing her eyes. "You could just pretend it never happened." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzNpYUF6s4v
Nick grinned. "Oh, I definitely could. But where's the fun in that?" 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZHO5Au89O7
Chrissy sighed, dropping her hand with a resigned shake of her head. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9eBl71yXuf
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." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEhEfX43qzq
Chrissy blinked, a little caught off guard. He's actually coming in? 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG6i2ujPqIg
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." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAIgqxmBqBl
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." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdOCNvsmMod
Nick raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his expression. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwO1Zj6Ftzd
"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?" 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrsPACgm4Cr
Chrissy rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Chocolate is elite. If you don't understand that, I don't know if we can be friends." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhjPM6JZWig
Nick smirked. "Is that a dealbreaker?" 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7FaTR1iCa3
Chrissy paused, like she was truly considering the weight of the question. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe4BALER37A
Then, with absolute seriousness, she nodded. Yes. Most definitely." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA562R9SRAG
Nick laughed, shaking his head. "Well, it's a good thing I love chocolate." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPYRbV0dqoa
Chrissy grinned, satisfied. "Alright. You can stay." 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQUmWBiJYmo
Nick pulled open the door, still smirking. 255Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnnJ7YV5Ns4
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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