When he entered the coffee shop Thursday morning, Gemma jumped from her seat and rushed up to him. Her hair was down to her shoulders in her normal curls, which he was happy to see. No poodle perm, no straightened frizz, just normal Gemma curls.
She wrapped him in a bear hug, squeezing him tightly. Only after releasing him did she start to talk.
Not normal talk, but 80 miles per hour talk. Flustered Gemma talk.
"Ohmygod, I'm so sorry about last night, I didn't mean to make a huge deal and I'm so sorry you had to see me like that-"
"Gemma," He cut in, but was ignored.
"I was a complete mess! I mean I'm not saying I didn't appreciate what you did for me, I really did, I think talking to you helped me relax a bit and I slept better than I have in a while-"
"Gemma."
"But I'm so sorry I called you up so late and I swear I was going to tell you about work when you asked but then it was like I couldn't remember how to speak because, oh I don't know, you make me nervous and excited and feel something I can't exactly describe-"
"Gemma!"
"What?" She finally snapped, out of breath and a bit annoyed. She looked confused at the sight of his smile and the mischievous glint to his eyes.
"Stop," He leaned in closer, his tone dropping a few octaves, "talking."
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Sip by Sip
Romance(Lowercase intended on cover) "The simple things in life are never meaningful, and the meaningful things in life are never simple. So maybe I don't want meaningful. Maybe I just want someone who cares enough to listen." Gemma Summers and Noah Han...
