Between the Lines

Between the Lines

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In the busy city of LA, you've brought yourself to the local coffee shop where you always work, a place where you can escape everything in your life and just be yourself. One afternoon, while lost in thought and struggling to write in your journal, an unexpected accident leads to an encounter with a friendly stranger sitting nearby. When you look up, you find none other than Dylan Minnette, the musician, offering you a kind smile and a napkin to help clean up the mess of your coffee spill. What begins as an awkward exchange quickly turns into an easy conversation, and you find yourself talking to Dylan like you've known him for years. And what had started as a simple coffee shop mishap quickly becomes the start of a new friendship-and maybe something even more-filled with music, meaningful conversations, and the possibility of a deeper connection.
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[Slow Brew Series 1 of 2] [Completed] Look, I didn't mean to embarrass myself the first time I walked into Brewing Grounds. Or the second. Or...every other time since. But something about the place-and the barista with the messy ponytail and the glasses that she pushes up her nose-makes me forget how to form actual sentences. Bea. Her name's Bea. She spelled mine wrong on my cup the first day (Ell-yot Hayul), and now I'm kind of obsessed. Not with her. With medium lattes. With her handwriting. With the little hearts she scribbles on my cups. Okay... maybe a little bit with her. The point is: I'm a walking disaster around her, and I'm pretty sure she knows it. And okay, maybe I started showing up every morning at exactly 7:30 just to see her. And maybe I've been reading up on how to flirt because I thought that might help (it hasn't). But honestly, what's the worst that could happen? I embarrass myself again? (Already done that.) Spill coffee on my tie? (Happened last week.) Accidentally fall in love with the barista who writes flirty notes on my coffee cups? Oh, wait... [1 of 2: Slow Brew Series] Dual POV | Romantic Comedy | Coffee Shop Romance | Slice of Life 18+ for suggestive dialogue, some steam (nothing too explicit) 🏆 1st Place - Pimp My Romance Awards 2025 🏆 1st Place - Pink Watty's pINKspire Awards 2025 "Best Dialogue" 🏆 The Nano Watt 2025 - Contemporary Romance Winner 🏆 Wattys 2025 Winner 🏆 Ambys 2025 Grand Favorite

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