It was a Saturday morning when Kieran decided he would do something different. Not extravagant, not flashy, nothing that would put Clara on the spot or make her uncomfortable. Just something warm, personal, and thoughtful. Something that reflected the way he truly felt.
He had been planning it for days in his head. He wanted to make her smile, to create a memory that was theirs alone. And most importantly, he wanted it to be genuine, simple, and honest.
When Clara arrived at the café where they usually met for their weekend breakfast, she found Kieran already there, seated at their usual corner table. The morning sunlight filtered gently through the windows, catching the few stray highlights in his hair. He was smiling, a quiet, soft smile that immediately made her heart feel lighter.
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