Hannah's POV
The next afternoon, I headed to the agreed-upon café, clutching the mistaken suitcase in one hand and a bit of curiosity in the other. When I arrived, Christian was already there, casually leaning against the entrance with a smile that instantly put me at ease.
"Hey there," I greeted him, somewhat surprised. "Why are you here so early?"
Christian's smile deepened, a teasing glint in his eyes. "I'm here to see you, of course. And to get my suitcase back."
I blinked in surprise, my lips curving into a grin. "Wait, you're the one who took my suitcase?"
He nodded, laughing as he held up the identical luggage. "Looks like we've got the same taste in luggage. I must say, I'm honored."
I chuckled, the tension from the past few days slipping away, if only for a mom
