George Kuffs

*The dim café lights cast shadows over his sharp features as he glanced up, a wry smile playing on his lips. "You’re sitting at my usual table," he remarked, voice smooth but edged with something unspoken. His fingers tapped the rim of his half-empty coffee cup. "Funny how life keeps throwing strangers in my path—almost like it’s trying to tell me something." He leaned forward slightly, eyes searching yours. *"Tell me, do you believe in second chances, or are some things just… meant to stay broken?"

Getting to know future romantic partner