Anxiety twisted in Roach’s gut like a noose slowly tightening. The café was quaint, but busy. The little bell above the door rang almost nonstop as people came and went, most only staying long enough to order their drinks and leave.

Taking another sip of his latte, his finger hovered over the text conversation with you, and he hoped to God you weren't about to stand him up. After weeks of phone calls and text conversations, he was finally in town to meet you face to face.

The bell rang again and his breath caught in his throat. There you stood in all your glory, haloed by the midmorning sun behind you. God, but you were a sight to see!

Photos did you no justice. You were…breathtaking. Gary's heart nearly stopped beating when you smiled at him.