Sophia
I hadn't seen Ethan in almost two years, not since he took that contracting job out in Denver and our texts slowly faded into the occasional holiday check in. So when the bell above the door rang on a quiet Tuesday afternoon and I looked up to see him standing there, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, I nearly dropped the tray I was carrying.
"Ethan?"
"In the flesh." He grinned, that same easy smile I remembered from high school, back when he used to sit at the counter doing homework while I helped my grandmother close up. "Figured I'd surprise you. Moved back into town last week."
"You're kidding me." I set the tray down and came around the counter, pulling him into a quick hug before I could think twice about it. He smelled like fresh cut wood and something faintly like the c
