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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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGjASQSFyj5
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpgsJUDrCm0
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? 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwC96tihdk8
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGkib6Ik6aq
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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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnbTP37f41Q
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIbefus7mtV
Then her hand stilled. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE4WnANtlaV
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbGStBH1hS6
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl8XCEPdBAW
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQZ0ToQEJfn
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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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBjlVO7to6v
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? 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡefiBBfDqSA
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPcEVyOoiLT
Lost in thought, she barely noticed the figure approaching until it was too late. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRHDyDyVpOD
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJRsL6q6HSo
She hesitated for a beat, then took it. His grip was firm but careful, effortlessly pulling her to her feet. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHoAeLXk1lL
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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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE3zNuyO7Pe
He crouched down, plucking a smooth, iridescent stone from the ground. The opal.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdtF6Ed4Bgh
"Hey, I think you dropped this," he said, holding it out to her. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsIcVnVYL4d
Chrissy stared at it for a moment before reaching for it. "Oh. Yeah. Thanks." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTMpfc7RVEq
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsgK5Utemzi
"You found that in the water?" he asked, still studying the opal with curiosity. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsRjp2Mvqts
Chrissy nodded. "It was buried under the sand—like it was waiting for me." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4PznKX4cth
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." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAmsNX80Y5i
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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." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6lsMwqz7uN
He shrugged, his stance easy, hands tucked casually into his pockets. "No problem. You alright?" 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9OH6bYNFmy
"Yeah, just embarrassed," she admitted, laughing softly. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdk5Cbbn9PO
She shifted slightly, ready to keep moving when he spoke again. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxU6NDFmRxJ
"I'm Nick, by the way. I'm new to the area." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG3EjjI9ear
The stranger spoke with an effortless confidence, his tone casual but inviting. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS3UGRcbeTu
Chrissy hesitated for a second before responding. "Chrissy." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZsETfpKJRP
Nick nodded, glancing at the shoreline. "Do you come to the beach often?" 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZdcHCBjZgr
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." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2c5knPYDjV
His interest sparked visibly. "Shark teeth? Like actual ones?" 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKwdKEQWUNg
She nodded. "They're fossils. You just have to know what to look for." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDyJ6k77Ywl
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." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb4daLMFcrO
Chrissy hesitated briefly, then shrugged. "Sure, if you don't mind walking slow. I scan every inch." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPyyqiNcDtL
Nick grinned. "Patience isn't my strongest quality, but I'll give it a shot." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZsxOMFMovj
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU3xGKlMjkb
Nick stared at it, mouth slightly agape. "No way." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPH9C2kQgul
Chrissy laughed. "Told you." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeIbynSSyTY
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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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtT5QZZcEMe
Then, Chrissy caught sight of something. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ1kz4KPbNx
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6bHscx89Tk
A shark tooth. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc7EGWXLT0m
Slightly larger than the last, its dark edges smoothed by time, waiting to be uncovered. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7J6BK72QZp
Nick shook his head in disbelief. "Okay, now I'm convinced—you have some kind of magic ability to find these." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJvZg43b5yQ
Chrissy grinned. "It's not magic. Just patience." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ27hFRgzfF
Nick hummed in thought, watching as she tucked the tooth into her pocket. "You ever wonder if magic is real?" 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOcS0YkV6aB
Chrissy glanced at him, caught off guard by the question. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡctwSez8zb6
"All the time," she admitted. "But I don't know if it's the kind of thing we ever really find." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyg0exxLgQO
Nick studied her expression before responding, voice quiet but sure. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfgTg9P28mF
"Maybe magic isn't just something we search for—maybe it's something we create." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyuYXQ3kYeJ
Chrissy didn't say anything right away. Instead, she looked back at the ocean, at the way the waves stretched endlessly toward the horizon. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcQbkALgElx
And for the first time in a long time, she let herself believe that maybe—just maybe—Nick was right. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDa7QKS0qCG
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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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHI5aDXC1up
"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?" 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIsTpsd3bEF
Chrissy hesitated. The question was simple enough, yet it never felt simple to answer. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVCt4DWzK8Z
She exhaled, keeping her gaze on the sea. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Xvm4YAFyX
"I love my family," she said carefully, thoughtfully. "But...I'm adopted." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdWodGIUTI5
She paused, fingers tracing mindless patterns against the rock beneath her. "Even all these years later, I still feel like a stranger sometimes." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ80VV9O8bEr
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtiQU4Ua49t
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." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1CcONeOplF
A gust of wind rolled through, carrying the scent of salt and seaweed, stirring her damp hair. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV9Dga6fiOU
Nick leaned back on his hands, letting her words settle before he responded. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXW43pBRwwx
"I don't think you're broken," he said simply. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdSR3pkMaF4
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo42yC9NvqX
She wasn't sure what to say to that. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLUnV2cL6rO
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." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpDcpaPQLao
Chrissy studied him now, realizing that this conversation—this moment—was not one-sided. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Ik6H3UOmc
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." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsPBod0JPp3
Chrissy swallowed, her throat suddenly tight. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTa6mbC1txf
She looked back at the waves. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfJqPqCEHeS
Maybe that was why she loved the ocean. Maybe Nick was right. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX1Nsd5BthE
But she wasn't sure how to say that yet. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIMbbiyBDSx
Instead, she let the sound of the water speak for her. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt327Rzx9SR
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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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡytZU6RkjJJ
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrTLOiLUXdM
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡweSrFyiYK2
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She sighed softly, brushing her thumb over the screen. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkG4Yxzxpqp
"Oh. Well, I've gotta go," she murmured, more to herself than to him. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeEdIkoJDFx
Nick stretched his arms over his knees, casting a quick glance at her. "You headed home?" 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYcJMpS8o6W
Chrissy shook her head, slipping her phone back into her bag. "Nope. The Book Nook." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbvmAlIYQyC
Nick raised a brow. "At almost 9:30 at night?" 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiJnX60uGtf
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." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbRJ7hMEPQI
Nick let out a quiet laugh. "Alright, solid priorities." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFb03PpQYsd
A pause lingered between them, just long enough for him to consider something. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEIjtsCEQZP
"I'll walk you." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1rP72d9zXl
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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtjX30m1KPO
"You sure?" she asked. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNSyLapDdOs
Nick shrugged. "Yeah." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbiOGCVSAIo
They started down the path, the sound of the ocean fading behind them, carried only by the breeze as the night stretched on. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDwPT7KHVDS
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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. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwGnCPwNzRQ
"So, what book are you picking up?" Nick asked, glancing at her as they walked. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh2fLPZ9y8U
Chrissy smiled slightly. "A historical romance." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgLoSZgQ7xA
Nick smirked. "Of course." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHBq5n5O1IA
She shot him a look. "What's that supposed to mean?" 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIoczzT8YFG
He shrugged. "Just feels like the right choice for you." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJFbluEL3Es
Chrissy let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "I love them, even though I don't believe in that kind of love anymore." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzniVfNZMK0
Nick's brow lifted slightly at that, his curiosity apparent. "Why not?" 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrquddEWL9Q
Chrissy hesitated, thoughtful. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgSqjHeE1ja
"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." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXKTSYE9oul
She exhaled, glancing ahead toward the Book Nook's soft glow in the distance. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡptDyZCelx8
"Beautiful fiction," she murmured. "But still fiction." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡriJGYjywSU
Nick was quiet for a moment, as if weighing her words, testing them against his own experience. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIFXpgH5mhH
Then, after a beat, he simply said, "Maybe."215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQphxJN6KXl
Chrissy narrowed her eyes slightly, glancing at him as they approached the store. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeRYvhZmKYt
"Why did you say 'maybe'?" 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLjzYepLzSm
Nick smirked, stepping just ahead of her, turning slightly toward the glow of the Book Nook's window display. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡazE6Kh4cJV
"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." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUBVltXoCap
The realization hit Chrissy all at once—the reference to their earlier collision, the teasing smirk, the casual confidence in his words. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡINV1s0IkJI
And just like that—she felt mortified all over again. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUg8vWNROQt
She groaned, covering her face briefly with one hand. "Oh my gosh, are we really bringing that up again?" 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBfZwqVkF06
Nick chuckled, absolutely not letting her escape this. "It was a pretty memorable moment, Chrissy. Hard to forget nearly getting tackled into the sand." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzadqkyqxo6
She peeked at him through her fingers, narrowing her eyes. "You could just pretend it never happened." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTa9Xexo0ef
Nick grinned. "Oh, I definitely could. But where's the fun in that?" 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcltj9eef5C
Chrissy sighed, dropping her hand with a resigned shake of her head. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP6XW1YUVW3
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." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOo0uEC0y1n
Chrissy blinked, a little caught off guard. He's actually coming in? 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfgygLh5Vnx
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." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBujbNGKKds
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." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Mm5oBWNtC
Nick raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his expression. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡef4O0Oe9XM
"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?" 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡivrNxGl1ud
Chrissy rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Chocolate is elite. If you don't understand that, I don't know if we can be friends." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvqxkW9EcY3
Nick smirked. "Is that a dealbreaker?" 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj4Vnh0lDCB
Chrissy paused, like she was truly considering the weight of the question. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ146QORI2jA
Then, with absolute seriousness, she nodded. Yes. Most definitely." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAwNaDhLOoJ
Nick laughed, shaking his head. "Well, it's a good thing I love chocolate." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb8L6vtLLs6
Chrissy grinned, satisfied. "Alright. You can stay." 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbcLYAFY2we
Nick pulled open the door, still smirking. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfwdq6PW9rW
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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and then Add to home screen.