*Helen's POV*
I woke up to a text from Kelvin: *Happy three-month anniversary. Coffee at our usual spot before work?*
Three months. It felt both impossibly short and like we'd been together forever.
I smiled at my phone, typing back: *Wouldn't miss it.*
As I got ready for work, I found myself reflecting on the past three months-how much had changed since that first coffee spill, that first conversation in the elevator, that first kiss on the rooftop.
Being with Kelvin was easy in a way I'd never experienced before. There was no second-guessing, no wondering if he would call or if he really meant what he said. Everything about us just worked. We fit together like pieces of a puzzle I hadn't known was incomplete until he came along.
The relationship was comfortable-we could sit in comp
