Stupid Cupid

19: The Question

- Tay's POV -

I glance at the digital clock on my laptop. Twenty-three minutes past five. 

My heart pounds erratically again as I sit alone by the window..

I shift my gaze to New, who is busy tending the ordering counter at his café.

A small smile forms on my lips, mirroring his as he chats with a customer.

I'll never get tired of this view. It's the best view out there.

More than three months ago, I met New in this very café while I was soaking wet. The rain may have poured hard that day, but the moment I saw him, the world around him exuded rainbows and clear skies.

Right then and there, an unfamiliar tug pulled at my heart as if it knew it was in the right place.

"Foolish," you might say. How can a heart recognize where it belongs?

I have no answer to that.

But somehow, in these past few months, I have been so sure that finally, I've found the one.

Too fast? Maybe.

Confused? Definitely not.

How do I know? Because I've spent my life drowning in confusion.

I doubted my gender orientation.

I hesitated between taking a risk as a writer or surrendering to the position in our family business.

I questioned whether the person I loved before was meant to be my endgame.

Confusion and I were well acquainted.

But not this time.

Not with New.

I was meant to walk into this café three months ago.

I was meant to meet him.

Fate called me here.

And I am glad that I was able to answer.

However, although we've been doing what lovers do, we're still not official. Yes, I'm confident about us, but I want to call him mine—and me, his.

New glances at me after the last customer leaves. He smiles sweetly, and I smile back. "Wait for me, okay?" he mouths, gesturing to himself and signing 'wait.'

To be loved by this man is the greatest gift I've ever received.

He's worth the wait and more.

"I will," I wink at him, chuckling as his cheeks flush and he shoots me a mock glare.

Tonight, I hope everything goes well.

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- New's POV -

Tay invited me to dinner and insisted on waiting for me at my café.

These past few weeks, my heart has swelled with overwhelming happiness. Still, there's a lingering fear that it could all vanish in an instant. But I push that fear aside, refusing to let it interfere with my time with Tay.

For years, I've been used to being alone. Ever since my mom passed, relationships have been the least of my priorities. Casual hook-ups were my only indulgence, and that was enough.

Until I met Neen.

For a moment, I felt like a high school boy with a crush on a pretty girl. But she vanished after that fateful rainy day when she lent me her umbrella.