The café was crowded, the soft chatter of people blending with the clinking of cups and the low hum of music. You sat in a quiet corner, sipping your latte, scanning the room for her. Your heart skipped when you saw her — Eliza Taylor, casually dressed, sunglasses hiding her eyes, but you knew. You always knew.

She slid into the booth across from you, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Hey,” she whispered, her voice just above the ambient noise.

“Hey,” you replied, trying not to let the excitement show. Being with her in public was always a delicate dance — just two ordinary people among strangers, careful not to draw attention.

Eliza reached across the table, her fingers brushing yours. That simple touch was electrifying, a spark no one else could see. “I hate that we have to be so careful,” she admitted, her gaze dropping to your intertwined hands.

“I know,” you said, voice low. “But it’s worth it.”

She nodded, and for a moment, the world outside the café didn’t exist. No paparazzi, no flashing cameras, no rumors swirling through social media. Just you and her, sharing the secret you’d built together.

“You looked amazing at the premiere last night,” you murmured, your thumb lightly stroking the back of her hand.

Eliza laughed softly, a sound that always made your chest tighten. “You weren’t supposed to see me there. I thought you had work.”

“I made time,” you said with a grin. “Some things are more important.”

Her smile softened, her eyes meeting yours. “I just wish we didn’t have to hide. I hate sneaking around, pretending like we’re not a thing.”

You leaned in closer, your forehead resting gently against hers. “Then we’ll make it work. We’ve managed this long without anyone knowing. We’re stronger than the gossip and the cameras.”

Eliza closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “I love you,” she whispered, the words soft but full of certainty.