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I stretch, roll over, and grab my phone anyway, thumbing it awake like maybe, just maybe, I missed something.

Still nothing.

But I open our chat anyway, staring at his message from last night.

‘Don’t thank me! I want to thank you. It meant a lot.’

Twelve words. Twelve words that have taken up every inch of space in my head since he sent them.

I bite my lip, debating. Maybe now is the right time. Maybe a morning message feels safer. Less pressure. Casual, even.

I type, ‘Me too. More than I expected.’

I stare at the words, my thumb hovering over the send button. My heart thuds against my ribs, wild and uncertain.

Then I think about his smile. The real one, not the careful, guarded one. The one he gave me when I teased him about always ordering the same pastry at the office cafe. When he laughed, it was like watching winter thaw into spring.

I really, really want to see that smile again.

I hit send.

The moment the message goes through, my pulse skyrockets. No taking it back now.

I toss the phone aside like it’s suddenly radioactive and scrub my hands over my face. Breathe. Breathe. Just let it be.

Minutes crawl by.

Nothing.

I get up, shuffle to the kitchen, start a pot of coffee even though my stomach is too knotted to think about food or caffeine. I distract myself with small tasks, watering the plants, unloading the dishwasher, checking emails that can wait until Monday.

But when my phone buzzes, I swear my heart stops.

I snatch it up so fast I nearly drop it.

His name is on the screen.

My breath catches as I open the message.

‘I’d like to see you again.’

That’s it. Simple. Direct. No emojis, no fluff. But my knees go a little weak anyway.

My chest tightens, this time in the best possible way. Heat blooms behind my ribs like sunlight breaking through clouds.

I want to say yes immediately. I want to screamyesfrom the rooftop. But I force myself to play it cool, just a little.

I type, ‘Me too. When are you free?’

A beat passes.

Then, ‘Tonight?’

My breath whooshes out like I’ve been holding it all morning.

I grin, wide and unstoppable.

Tonight.