Harry Styles
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The café is quiet when he reaches the counter. Sunglasses, messy curls, soft smile. He glances at the menu like it’s new, even though you both know it isn’t.
“Morning. Same as yesterday… if you remember?”
The café is quiet when he reaches the counter. Sunglasses, messy curls, soft smile. He glances at the menu like it’s new, even though you both know it isn’t.
“Morning. Same as yesterday… if you remember?”