Arielle North had never been on a normal date in her life.
By “normal,” she meant one that didn’t involve:
– spilling hot chocolate on herself
– being chased by a runaway snowman
– accidentally setting a restaurant napkin on fire
Yet somehow, here she was, standing outside Noah Reed’s favorite café, wearing her best “I’m-not-accident-prone” outfit—which included a scarf, sweater, and a strategic layer of wool that probably made her look like a walking marshmallow.
Her phone buzzed. A text from Noah:
Hey, I’m inside. Table by the window. Try not to melt any magic on the floor.
Arielle blinked. “Melting magic on the floor… yes, that is my main concern today.”
She took a deep breath and stepped inside.
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Noah waved from a table by the window. He looked casual, perfectly put toget
