That was all.
No flirting. No asking for my phone number.
Three days later, I bumped into him again at a coffee shop near my office. After that, seeing each other slowly became routine.
And somehow, before I even realized it, he had become part of my everyday life.
My boyfriend was thoughtful, patient, and remembered tiny details nobody else ever noticed, like how much I hated driving after dark, exactly how I drank my coffee, which day garbage pickup came, and when my car was overdue for an oil change.
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