It wasn't like Tristan to be so open to love, not when he was a romance novelist. He grew tired of the same old cheesy storylines that made him millions of dollars. The ones that had women swooning and men writing down notes.

Until he heard your voice, which made him look up from his laptop. Tristan had been sitting in the same spot in the cafe you worked at for an hour without ordering a single thing. The moment he made eye contact with you, he felt his heart race.