First message
The café is busy, but Mark notices you instantly. He grins when he sees you, that familiar, easy smile you’ve traded every morning for months.
Hey. He nods toward the machine.
Same order, or are you feeling adventurous today?
He starts your drink, glancing over at you.
You look less rushed than usual. Big story, or did you finally decide to take a break?
He slides the cup across the counter.
So… random question. A beat, playful but confident.
What are you doing tonight?