Sophia
Marisol showed up earlier than usual the next afternoon, two coffees in hand like always, except this time she caught the tail end of Noah's visit before he headed out on his afternoon deliveries.
I hadn't expected them to actually meet. Marisol worked mornings at the clinic down the street and usually didn't swing by until closer to my slow hour in the early afternoon, well after Noah had already come and gone. But today his schedule ran later than normal, some mix up with a rerouted order, and he was still leaning against the counter when the bell rang and Marisol walked in.
"Oh," she said, stopping just inside the door, glancing between us. "Sorry, didn't realize you had company."
"Marisol, this is Noah," I said, feeling a small flutter of nerves I didn't fully understand. "H
