Olivia laughed, the sound light and melodic. “And the live music on weekends,” she added, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Imagine it—people gathered around, sipping coffee, listening to some local artist play while we sit in the corner, just watching it all come to life.”
“Exactly,” Liam said, his voice warm with affection. “And maybe we’ll have a little apartment above it, so we can wake up every morning and walk downstairs to our little world.”
She sighed contentedly, her mind painting the picture he described. “I can already smell the coffee,” she said, closing her eyes as if to savor the imagined aroma.
“And the pastries,” Liam added with a grin. “Don’t forget the pastries. You’ll be in charge of those, of course.”
Olivia nudged him playfully. “Of course. But you’ll have to help me taste-test everything. It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it.”
He chuckled, pulling her closer. “I’ll take one for the team.”