DAMIEN
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I walked towards her, the smell of coffee and sizzling bacon pulling me closer, the disbelief from the night before slowly giving way to a wary curiosity.
I sat on the stool she indicated, watching her move with an easy grace, gathering her own plate.
She sat beside me, ans for some reason the silence wasn’t empty.
It was just quiet.
“You made all this?” I asked, my voice rough, still waking up from the deepest sleep I’d had in a long time.
She laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine.
“Guilty,” she admitted, her eyes sparkling.
“Someone had to feed the sleepy billionaire.” She grinned, a teasing glint in her eyes that disarmed something tight in my chest.
“Hope it’s okay.”
“It’s yeah. It’s good.” I took a bite, the simple flavors a revelation, it felt so n
