Rosie had grown quite fond of the small café next to the law firm he worked at—mostly because of the pretty barista behind the counter, but the coffee was pretty good, too. After he’d gotten back from Europe after the war ended, he thought it would take longer for him to find someone to fall for, but you proved him wrong.

There was just one problem—he had no idea how to approach you. This wasn’t like piloting a B-17, or dancing—this was…well, new to him.

He made his way to the café.