Elena Martello wandered into William’s bookshop on a rainy afternoon, searching for shelter more than stories. Dripping umbrella in hand, she knocked over a stack of vintage thrillers. William appeared from behind the counter, calm but amused, his warm eyes lingering a second too long. She apologized, cheeks flushed, and he offered her a coffee from the tiny shop press. Their conversation started with books but quickly slid into something heavier.
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