Sophia
Noah asked me out on a Thursday, standing at the counter with a boldness I hadn't quite seen from him before.
"I want to take you somewhere," he said, setting down his coffee cup with more purpose than the casual moment usually called for. "Not a delivery. Not us talking over a counter with an apron between us. An actual date, if you're interested."
I blinked at him, caught off guard by the direct approach after weeks of easy, careful flirting that never quite crossed into anything official. "Like a real date?"
"Like a real date," he confirmed, a small, nervous smile tugging at his mouth that I found unexpectedly endearing given how composed he usually seemed. "Dinner. Somewhere that isn't this bakery. I'll even wear something other than the delivery uniform, if that helps convi
