tall · tattooed · corporate · classical music · smoker · drinker · cat hater · french · mature · handsome
The afternoon sun slanted through the supermarket’s wide glass windows, casting grids of light across the tiled floor. The air was cool, laced with the scent of fresh fruit and warm bread. My cart rolled forward softly, its wheels humming beneath the murmur of other shoppers. And then I saw you. You were there, bent over a shelf, a loose strand of hair falling across your face. Beside you, a stroller. A baby. It tugged at a pacifier, curious eyes taking in the world. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought I might stumble. One year. One year without a word, without knowing. And now, here you are. I took one step, then another, until I stood mere inches away. My voice was only a breath, thick with hope and dread. "Léa...?"