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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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLfyzqovwqd
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS3UjeHFEHT
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? 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeLmhhsxHMc
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡomo1C9VrMk
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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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡycekLj3VHP
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ46MpgmqKz
Then her hand stilled. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnUXJJfPITW
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM0gaebECe3
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5eln2rxhF3
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPIjUK9bWTM
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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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmNLT1YD5vQ
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? 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGBtKzhzbij
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI8hwS176Q6
Lost in thought, she barely noticed the figure approaching until it was too late. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNXgQCVtUkt
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡArNEU078ef
She hesitated for a beat, then took it. His grip was firm but careful, effortlessly pulling her to her feet. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2OUEV9Luqc
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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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFOV6ECUqtw
He crouched down, plucking a smooth, iridescent stone from the ground. The opal.264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ95B0eaHbHK
"Hey, I think you dropped this," he said, holding it out to her. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcVv5PoepbU
Chrissy stared at it for a moment before reaching for it. "Oh. Yeah. Thanks." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4e131xDiGX
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡacBaawt5Lr
"You found that in the water?" he asked, still studying the opal with curiosity. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGnPpTlg11h
Chrissy nodded. "It was buried under the sand—like it was waiting for me." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLxDFfEc1iu
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." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhvPVyEGKwV
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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." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmwb7eKTYFv
He shrugged, his stance easy, hands tucked casually into his pockets. "No problem. You alright?" 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN32VckXTls
"Yeah, just embarrassed," she admitted, laughing softly. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVKGv3McnCt
She shifted slightly, ready to keep moving when he spoke again. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiYUjKSeMWY
"I'm Nick, by the way. I'm new to the area." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKv9K6GKS6I
The stranger spoke with an effortless confidence, his tone casual but inviting. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2EvIbvbIg0
Chrissy hesitated for a second before responding. "Chrissy." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYhi2aJ8ByN
Nick nodded, glancing at the shoreline. "Do you come to the beach often?" 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXYJjJU3Yde
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." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG81KBCVXeV
His interest sparked visibly. "Shark teeth? Like actual ones?" 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzrKmwi0mYI
She nodded. "They're fossils. You just have to know what to look for." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH6OCta4t54
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." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbWnOOmnOFS
Chrissy hesitated briefly, then shrugged. "Sure, if you don't mind walking slow. I scan every inch." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzQvOZ8nbb1
Nick grinned. "Patience isn't my strongest quality, but I'll give it a shot." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAzeDyklFyB
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkerJIkKESa
Nick stared at it, mouth slightly agape. "No way." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE82lGzZEf9
Chrissy laughed. "Told you." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI9XftVQBFI
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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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt4rp5jMyO2
Then, Chrissy caught sight of something. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8lg73WONhr
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo8O028bVlC
A shark tooth. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMeIIXb1cu5
Slightly larger than the last, its dark edges smoothed by time, waiting to be uncovered. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUDJBamn4P6
Nick shook his head in disbelief. "Okay, now I'm convinced—you have some kind of magic ability to find these." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡri0Bdz45aN
Chrissy grinned. "It's not magic. Just patience." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXTTjeCauRu
Nick hummed in thought, watching as she tucked the tooth into her pocket. "You ever wonder if magic is real?" 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHrWG5M069X
Chrissy glanced at him, caught off guard by the question. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ98OrrWxOr1
"All the time," she admitted. "But I don't know if it's the kind of thing we ever really find." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFR7bPPUeLv
Nick studied her expression before responding, voice quiet but sure. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡohdZrP7mn4
"Maybe magic isn't just something we search for—maybe it's something we create." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo8vBoUNUVM
Chrissy didn't say anything right away. Instead, she looked back at the ocean, at the way the waves stretched endlessly toward the horizon. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu2ng8Ohq96
And for the first time in a long time, she let herself believe that maybe—just maybe—Nick was right. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1XEcHlBCu6
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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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoCLlrGaIbq
"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?" 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHyhFjlsraw
Chrissy hesitated. The question was simple enough, yet it never felt simple to answer. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO3t5gkxD3v
She exhaled, keeping her gaze on the sea. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCNy38oNQsu
"I love my family," she said carefully, thoughtfully. "But...I'm adopted." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjnkTzJaSIY
She paused, fingers tracing mindless patterns against the rock beneath her. "Even all these years later, I still feel like a stranger sometimes." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡixugPbnwhr
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkS3Ksqp0yS
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." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3N8G9IYIJ2
A gust of wind rolled through, carrying the scent of salt and seaweed, stirring her damp hair. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKjlO4G3sb7
Nick leaned back on his hands, letting her words settle before he responded. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7JhxaH3jFz
"I don't think you're broken," he said simply. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2dZaXuyvkh
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7GGoYEJJmf
She wasn't sure what to say to that. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgkRss7R02s
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." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ52lYlbkd8O
Chrissy studied him now, realizing that this conversation—this moment—was not one-sided. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc6b98tM0qB
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." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGeXsPAgbNd
Chrissy swallowed, her throat suddenly tight. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPCecWp4KvD
She looked back at the waves. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuVPGpWxyuN
Maybe that was why she loved the ocean. Maybe Nick was right. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkbXdiUZKVk
But she wasn't sure how to say that yet. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8wxeLUul5Q
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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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUbCJZ7r3FC
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsTykLv2Vbc
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2jPifp4Mdr
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She sighed softly, brushing her thumb over the screen. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw0DkZvNg8K
"Oh. Well, I've gotta go," she murmured, more to herself than to him. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMFdGQn0TzS
Nick stretched his arms over his knees, casting a quick glance at her. "You headed home?" 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1nhyVSCqov
Chrissy shook her head, slipping her phone back into her bag. "Nope. The Book Nook." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡefaFWEmz3z
Nick raised a brow. "At almost 9:30 at night?" 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtHHLcsflAC
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." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsOgAPDPr9Y
Nick let out a quiet laugh. "Alright, solid priorities." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡatNrXm0Vuv
A pause lingered between them, just long enough for him to consider something. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrXj4URb7OT
"I'll walk you." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0IBQmebuvn
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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhxPmWLPRoY
"You sure?" she asked. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN7P8bhRT9D
Nick shrugged. "Yeah." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNLgy2kzFXR
They started down the path, the sound of the ocean fading behind them, carried only by the breeze as the night stretched on. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO9BIzoroBI
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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. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkHCgZEHaz5
"So, what book are you picking up?" Nick asked, glancing at her as they walked. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0yLSWnm5L9
Chrissy smiled slightly. "A historical romance." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLjusvh9Mqo
Nick smirked. "Of course." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ0W5DYXVoz
She shot him a look. "What's that supposed to mean?" 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvNxnDDUuIa
He shrugged. "Just feels like the right choice for you." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXaDnDSZxMM
Chrissy let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "I love them, even though I don't believe in that kind of love anymore." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBp1Z6VRaPr
Nick's brow lifted slightly at that, his curiosity apparent. "Why not?" 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBkkVXa10Vv
Chrissy hesitated, thoughtful. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCcHuFWNsyC
"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." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZQ1llIm0p1
She exhaled, glancing ahead toward the Book Nook's soft glow in the distance. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS1X5lCPCdI
"Beautiful fiction," she murmured. "But still fiction." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT9QEurbq2g
Nick was quiet for a moment, as if weighing her words, testing them against his own experience. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJfx4a3uFc8
Then, after a beat, he simply said, "Maybe."264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuIooWYigcz
Chrissy narrowed her eyes slightly, glancing at him as they approached the store. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6KuhpPpdBA
"Why did you say 'maybe'?" 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdJVfILuQcp
Nick smirked, stepping just ahead of her, turning slightly toward the glow of the Book Nook's window display. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyR4CGLACnM
"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." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT8seHEBVVm
The realization hit Chrissy all at once—the reference to their earlier collision, the teasing smirk, the casual confidence in his words. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBzroHzE61T
And just like that—she felt mortified all over again. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFkO3iaTXgZ
She groaned, covering her face briefly with one hand. "Oh my gosh, are we really bringing that up again?" 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCXaCALuKCp
Nick chuckled, absolutely not letting her escape this. "It was a pretty memorable moment, Chrissy. Hard to forget nearly getting tackled into the sand." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY0z73ykXbz
She peeked at him through her fingers, narrowing her eyes. "You could just pretend it never happened." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Ex6EWH2uJ
Nick grinned. "Oh, I definitely could. But where's the fun in that?" 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXPNw2nQ3VA
Chrissy sighed, dropping her hand with a resigned shake of her head. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRW1RfCMSuk
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." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKumJZcHbZl
Chrissy blinked, a little caught off guard. He's actually coming in? 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYb5pnYtWiW
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." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoiLC5h0m2e
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." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSj0Qk2cSl1
Nick raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his expression. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlbvdyeT68s
"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?" 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7LqHOmsJPW
Chrissy rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Chocolate is elite. If you don't understand that, I don't know if we can be friends." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBjTzwLQcDt
Nick smirked. "Is that a dealbreaker?" 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLqpvzR4oRM
Chrissy paused, like she was truly considering the weight of the question. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXgQCWwt2ss
Then, with absolute seriousness, she nodded. Yes. Most definitely." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlMps2KZpEI
Nick laughed, shaking his head. "Well, it's a good thing I love chocolate." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡupQEP6Jozn
Chrissy grinned, satisfied. "Alright. You can stay." 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEMK4x8nuUH
Nick pulled open the door, still smirking. 264Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDK38sri5Xn
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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