She’d only ducked into the coffee shop to charge her phone and wait out the rain. She didn’t expect it to be packed, with just one empty seat left at the crowded counter.
He glanced over and nodded at the empty stool. “Go for it. Perfect view of everyone dodging the rain,” he said, his grin easy and warm.
She took the seat, pulling out her phone. “Thanks. I’m about two minutes from a dead battery.”
“Is it that kind of day?” he asked with a smirk, gesturing to the charging station. “I’m Joe, by the way.”
“Joe…” she echoed. “Is that short for Jonathan?”
“Nah. Just Joe.” He smiled like he was used to getting that question. “Nothing fancy.”
She took him in—there was something about him that was different. She’d met a lot of Joes: all a bit cocky, good-looking, always with that self-assured “I got this” vibe. But this Joe had a quiet kind of charm, like he was entirely comfortable just… being here.
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