Chapter 4

 

Chapter 4: 

Coffee and Conversation

They talked for what felt like minutes, but was probably closer to an hour. The book on her lap remained unopened, forgotten in the excitement of their first real conversation.

They discovered a shared love for classic literature, a slightly embarrassing obsession with bad puns, and a mutual fear of heights. He learned about her passion for photography, her dream of traveling the world and capturing its beauty through her lens. She learned about his dream of writing a novel, a sprawling epic tale of love and loss and adventure, but one he hadn’t quite managed to finish.

He found himself opening up to her in a way he hadn't opened up to anyone before. She was easy to talk to, a good listener, genuinely interested in what he had to say. He realized that his fear had been completely unfounded. She wasn't intimidating or unapproachable. She was just… human.

Before he knew it, he was writing his number on a napkin, his hand trembling slightly. Emily smiled, a genuine, radiant smile, and promised to text him. That smile, he knew, was going to haunt him in the best way possible.

Special Thanks

To Canva for the help of creating my story cover.

To ToolBaz for helping me in writing this story. 

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Diorama made by me.