The Authentic Cafe

The Authentic Cafe

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Camille Rhodes never planned a romance. Rowan Blake had the reputation of romance to last centuries. Rowan is everything she isn't. Extroverted. Magnetic. Known. He walks through life like the world was made for him, while she tries to disappear in the corners of her own and lose herself to imagination. Somehow he sees her though and her life is flipped upside down. The girl with any type of book and soft eyes. The one who listens more than she speaks. He's the boy with too much on his shoulders. She's the girl who's tired of always living in stories When their paths collide in a cafe the beginning of her sophomore year and his junior year things change..slowly.
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At nineteen, all she knows is chaos-broken nights, heavy thoughts, and the feeling of being lost in a world that demands too much. Love was never something she believed she deserved... until she met her. She's twenty-four, steady where the younger girl is restless, and gentle where the world has been cruel. What starts as a spark of comfort turns into something undeniable-something neither of them expected, but both of them need. Between late-night talks, stolen glances, and the quiet safety of a touch that feels like home, they find themselves crossing lines that once felt impossible. But with years, fears, and the weight of judgment standing in their way, they'll have to fight not just for each other, but for the right to love at all. Sometimes home isn't a place. Sometimes it's the hands that finally hold you without letting go.

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