'Pretty'

3

The warm glow of fairy lights draped across the small café created a cozy atmosphere that Luka found comforting.

Each time he walked through the door, the chime of the bell above announced his arrival, and Loreleigh would look up from behind the counter, a smile breaking across her face that lit up the entire room.

On this particular evening, the café was quieter than usual, allowing the soft hum of conversation and clinking of cups to fill the air.

Luka took a seat at their favorite table, a small, round one tucked in the corner where they could steal glances at each other without anyone else noticing. He noticed Loreleigh bustling about, arranging pastries in the display case, her movements graceful and fluid.

"Hey there, busy bee," he called out, leaning back in his chair.

She paused, looking up with a playful glare. "You know I can't help it. The bakery doesn't run itself."

Luka chuckled, his heart fluttering at the familiar banter they shared. "You're doing great. But you should take a break. Come join me."

With a sigh that was more of an exaggerated pout than actual reluctance, she wiped her hands on her apron and walked over, taking a seat across from him. "What's the point of being a café owner if I can't actually enjoy the café?"

"It's all about balance," Luka replied, leaning in slightly. "You have to enjoy the moments, even if they're brief."

As they chatted about everything and nothing, the conversation flowed easily, a blend of laughter and teasing that felt like second nature. Luka had been patient in his pursuit of Loreleigh, savoring each stolen glance and lingering touch, letting their connection deepen with each encounter.

After a few dates, he felt a change in the air. It was subtle, but he could sense that she was beginning to let her guard down. The way she brushed her hair behind her ear when she laughed, the little glances she shot his way when she thought he wasn't looking.

"Tell me, what's something about you that I wouldn't guess?" Loreleigh asked suddenly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Luka smiled, considering the question. "I used to be terrified of public speaking. You'd think a guy like me wouldn't have that fear, but it took a lot of practice to get comfortable."

She raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Really? You seem so confident."

"Only because I've had practice," he admitted. "But you? You seem to thrive here, commanding your little empire."

Her cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment, and Luka couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth in his chest. "It's easier when it's something I love," she replied softly, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

As the evening wore on, they shared stories of their childhoods, their dreams, and the little things that made them laugh. Each moment felt like a small brick being laid in the foundation of something greater. The connection between them was undeniable, and as he watched her animatedly discuss her latest recipe, Luka realized he was falling for her more each day.

The café was beginning to close for the night, and as Loreleigh wiped down the tables, Luka helped her tidy up. With a gentle smile, he reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. "You really should take some time off. You deserve it."

Her gaze met his, an electric moment that made the world outside fade away. "Maybe I will. If you promise to take me out for dinner."

Luka grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. "It's a date."