It was a rainy Sunday, the kind that made the streets glisten and the city smell like wet pavement and coffee. Jaxon sat in a cozy corner of a small café, the warm scent of baked pastries and espresso swirling around him. He stirred his coffee absentmindedly, watching raindrops race down the window, and wondered what she would be like in person.

He thought about their conversations online—the jokes, the shared stories, the little glimpses of her personality—but now, with the first meeting only minutes away, he felt a flutter of nerves he hadn’t expected. Would she laugh like she did over text? Would her smile be even warmer in real life?

Jax hugged his hands around his cup, hoping the rain outside wouldn’t match the racing of his own heart. For a moment, he let himself imagine the perfect first meeting, before shaking his head with a small, quiet laugh. He had no idea how this Sunday would unfold, but he was eager to find out.