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Our Share of the night

Summary:

Some meetings are accidents. Others feel inevitable.
In quiet mornings and borrowed moments, they keep finding each other—again and again—until coincidence starts to feel like something else entirely.

Not all beginnings are loud. Some just… happen.

Chapter 1: The Morning of you

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I still remember the day we met.

I walked into the coffee shop, leaving behind the morning fog and welcoming the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

I noticed there were only two people in line. A young woman with her child, and him.

I don’t know exactly what about him caught my attention.

Maybe it was his dark hair that looked somewhat green in the light. Or maybe it was fate pulling me towards where I needed to go. Lost in my thoughts about how early it was, I didn't seem to notice when he stepped away after ordering or how my eyes went to find him in this quiet cafe, the warm lights easy on the eyes.

I found him sitting in the corner, working but not completely immersed in it. occasionally taking breaks to look up from his writing and around the room.

I ordered my drink, a practiced method from all the early mornings I've spent here before work. I didn't have anything to do today. I was planning to sleep in until tomorrow, when I would begrudgingly, yet well-rested, trudge my way to work, but unfortunately my job has messed up my sleep schedule so bad I'm waking up at 6am on a Sunday just to get coffee.

I walked over to the bar after getting my coffee and sat down next to him.

“Anyone sitting here?” I asked,

He looked up, and his eyes were just as strikingly green as his hair, which, I came to realize, was not just the lighting. "Well, you're already seated now,” he said with a chuckle.

I don’t think I realized it then, what I was getting myself into. I didn't realize how we slid into easy conversation before even asking each other's names. I didn't question why I even approached this guy. I didn’t realize that I found myself drawn to him. To his side, his vibe. I didn’t realize how much that one Sunday morning would change everything.

Back then, I thought it was just coffee.

I didn’t know it would turn into something I couldn’t imagine life without.