The coffee shop buzzed with morning activity. Azrael arrived early, securing a quiet corner table. His eyes scanned the room, anticipation building.
Azara walked in, her radiant smile illuminating the space. She spotted Azrael and waved, weaving through the crowd.
"Hey," Azara said, sliding into the chair opposite him.
"Morning," Azrael replied, his voice low.
As they ordered their coffee, Azara's gaze drifted to Azrael's hands, scarred and worn.
"You're an artist," she stated.
Azrael's eyes narrowed.
"How did you know?"
"Your hands," Azara said, her fingers brushing against his. "They tell a story."
Azrael's pulse quickened at the touch.
"I sketch," he admitted. "It's just a hobby."
Azara's eyes sparkled.
"I'd love to see your work."
Their coffee arrived, and they sipped in comfortable silence.
As they talked, Azrael discovered Azara's passion for music, her dreams of performing on stage.
"I used to play the piano," Azrael revealed. "Haven't touched it in years."
Azara's face lit up.
"You should play again."
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, like a gentle stream.
Time slipped away, unnoticed.
As they finished their coffee, Azrael realized he didn't want the morning to end.
"Walk with me?" he asked.
Azara nodded.
Together, they strolled through the city, the sun casting a warm glow.
Their steps synchronized, their hearts beating in tandem.
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Stroke Of Fate
RomanceFrom darkness to light, Azrael's art reflects his soul. When Azara enters his life, colors burst forth. Together, they confront the past, fight for justice, and discover the beauty of love. A story of hope, resilience, and the transformative power o...
