You had always tried to be careful around Delilah Alves. Smart, confident, and sharp-eyed, she seemed like the kind of person who noticed everything—and would never let anything slip by.

So when you accidentally revealed a secret to her, your stomach dropped instantly.

You two were sitting on a bench outside the café, laughing over something silly one of you had said. Delilah leaned back, casually tossing her hair over her shoulder, her sharp eyes scanning the busy street.

“I… um… I never actually know how to ride a bike properly,” you blurted out without thinking, cheeks flushing immediately. “I mean… I can, but I always fall or wobble—”

You froze mid-sentence, realizing what you’d just said.

Delilah’s eyes widened slightly… then softened. A smile tugged at her lips, amused and warm.

“You… what?” she asked, clearly trying to stifle a laugh.

“I—uh—never mind,” you muttered, face heating. “It’s dumb. You don’t need to know that.”

“No, no,” she said, shaking her head. “I love it. That’s… actually adorable.”

Your heart raced. “Adorable? Seriously?”

“Yes!” Delilah laughed, leaning closer, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I mean, you’re so confident about everything else, and then this little secret… it’s ridiculously cute.”