|| IVE BEEN SCREAMING SINCE I SAW YOUR ACCOUNT!

and I absolutely loved the movie.

Good to know. He'll keep it in mind.

Thought she was a tea lady....

He pretends to cough...

"Yes, please. You're such a good doctor."

[what is this... I'm cackling]

What was the question again?

🤯

"I can also show up thirty minutes early."

"Can I be on the cancelation list too?"

And Victor, for the first time in years, allowed himself to feel the smallest measure of peace.

He says softly, his voice carrying the fragile warmth of a man daring, at last, to hope.

For a moment, the world outside the window seemed quieter, the golden light filtering across

-->their table wrapping them in a kind of gentle sanctuary..
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upward. It was the faintest of smiles, awkward and uncertain, but genuine—the first in what felt like an eternity.

He let his thumb brush across her knuckles in a tender stroke, holding her hand as though it were the one tether keeping him steady.

“Then we shall try… together,”

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Victor’s breath caught, his chest tight with something he could barely name. He looked at her—truly looked—and the weight of her faith in him pressed against his heart until it hurt. Slowly, hesitantly, his lips curved

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The words seemed to settle into the silence of the tea shop like a vow of her own. Around them, cups clinked and soft laughter rose from other tables, but at their corner by the window, time felt suspended.

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May I make an appointment?

He places his feather light kiss right over the delicate skin.

Victor reaches out finally, his hands going to her hips. He gently tugs her closer.

He places two fingers on her pulsepoint, feeling her heart pump under his fingertips. The whoosh of the blood that followed was especially exhilarating.

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