Raine texted, after coffee delivery via the loyal Henry, Poinsettias. How dare you.
Promised you those once before, didn’t I?”
Fine,Raine told him. I’ll drink this one. Just for you.He also added, several minutes later: I like the flavors. I might not mind the poinsettias. Only when they’re seasonally appropriate, you understand.
Wouldn’t dare give you inappropriate coffee, Don sent back, and meant: I love you. He added some poinsettias to the frosted windows at Uncommon Grounds, the next day.
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More and more. Day after day. Delight, every time: Don thought that that feeling would never go away, that he’d always smile seeing Raine’s name pop up on his phone, hearing Raine’s voice. He loved that. He loved it all.