"The Coffee Shop Promise"
Every morning at 7:15, Noah stopped at the same café, ordered the same black coffee, and sat by the window to sketch. And every morning, Mia—the barista with the bright green apron—would sneak a cinnamon roll onto his tray when he wasn’t looking.
He noticed.
One rainy Thursday, Noah finally slid his sketchbook across the counter. Inside was a drawing of her—laughing, steam from the espresso machine curling around her like a halo. Underneath, he’d written: "For the woman who sweetens my mornings."
Mia blushed. "You forgot your receipt," she said, handing him a napkin. Scrawled on it: "Tell me your name?"
Noah grinned. "Only if you let me take you out tonight."
Five years later, they opened their own café—The Cinnamon Sketch—where every cup came with a free pastry… and the promise that love could start with something as simple as coffee.
The End. ❤️
