In the cozy corner of a downtown coffee shop, the air was rich with the scent of roasting beans and caramel. The murmur of conversations blended with soft music in the background. Elena turned to me, her voice almost a whisper, "Oakland?"
I looked up, meeting her gaze, "Yeah, what's up?"
She hesitated for a beat, eyes searching mine. "Why am I so interesting to you?"
The directness of her question caught me off guard. I paused. "Well...your SO beautiful and intelligence and you know how to connect with people, Your style, and your stunning.
Elena blinked, visibly taken aback by my confession. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink. "Tha... Thank you."
The world around us seemed to fade, the noise dimming into a soft hum. Time seemed to stand still as Elena leaned in. Our faces were mere inches apart, her breath warm against my skin.
Is this the moment? Do we... kiss?
Suddenly, I jolted awake. The familiar clutter of my room replaced the intimate setting of the café. The weight of the dream still lingers.
"Damnit."
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Romantik♡ At sixteen, Oakland has harbored a silent crush on Elena since their early school days. When Tyler, a mutual friend, invites Oakland to a party where Elena will be, she faces a dilemma. Does she attend and possibly act on her feelings or let this...
