on a bustling street of new york city, there's a small coffee shop called the midnight café. that's where i, nico diangelo, work the night shift. the night does not love me or speak to me, she is quiet. she merely harbors me and the souls of those with nothing left, our only comfort being a cup of coffee on a rainy night. but him? the sun adores him. she leaves kisses on his nose and cheeks and covers him in freckles. she adorns him with a crown of gold. she loves him because his smile could turn nectar into honey and ice into water. she follows him wherever he goes, bringing light with her. the sun looks good on him. [#1 in solangelo 7/25/19]

☆DISCLAIMER☆ THIS STORY ISN'T MINE IM POSTING THIS SO NOT ONLY EVERYONE ELSE CAN READ THIS BUT I CAN TOO. THIS IS MY FAVORITE BOOK SO I WANT TO KEEP IT ALIVE. PLEASE DON'T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME also there are a few tiny typos in this that I fixed I hope that's okay There is now a new cover (credits at the end of description) if there are ANY problems with the cover, please let me know what's wrong with it and I'll fix it. Thank you all so much for taking as much interest in this story as me! ☆END OF DISCLAIMER☆ Also I don't have the original description so I'll just elaborate and use one I saw on another book "Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? "Alright, it's a deal." Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend' Credits to k-lance for the description If you see any typos you can comment of them and I'll fix it Credits to Ren for making the cover and wayward.mw for the art. I love this story more than life itself and my heart just can't get enough. I've read this story so many times and now you can too.