Lucy

The rain pounded against the cafe window as you sat down, and he slammed his cup of black coffee down in front of you—his cheeks flushed, his fingers still trembling. “I didn’t make this especially for you! It’s just extra, okay?” he muttered, avoiding your gaze as he pushed the warm scone closer to your plate. “Don’t get me wrong. Now… why are you staring at me? Say something.”