What We weren't

They weren't enemies. Weren't friends. Weren't supposed to become this. But it still happened.

Christian talks in metaphors.
Monday hides behind monologues.
And somewhere between spilled coffee, stolen glances, and sarcastic battles that double as foreplay, the two of them start writing something neither of them expected: a story worth staying for.

Monday has spent years perfecting the art of running-from feelings, from people, from the mirror. But when Christian enters her orbit with that unreadable smirk and infuriating insight, he doesn't try to fix her. He just sees her. Loud, messy, beautiful, her.

Christian's never been one for chaos. But there's something about Monday-the way her words cut and her silences scream-that pulls him in like gravity. She's a puzzle he wants to solve, a storm he wants to weather.

And in the middle of it all?
Misha. The best friend, the matchmaker, the reason they're both forced to confront what's been brewing underneath all those sarcastic remarks and almost-kisses.

This isn't just a love story.
It's a war of words.
A slow dance between trauma and trust.
And it all starts with one receipt, one glance, and one choice to stay.