What caught my attention wasn’t just his routine. It was how he’d try to guess my order before I placed it.
“Let me guess,” he’d say with this confident grin, “vanilla chai with extra foam?”
Wrong every time, but he kept trying.
One Tuesday afternoon, he finally got it right.
“Iced coffee, two sugars, splash of cream,” he announced triumphantly as I approached the counter.
“How did you know?” I asked, genuinely surprised.
“I’ve been studying you for weeks,” he said with a laugh. “Mind if I buy it for you?”
I had no idea that a cup of coffee and a stranger’s persistence would one day lead me to a walk down the aisle.
The next thing I knew, we were sitting at the same small table by the window, laughing over blueberry scones.
He told me about his job in IT, his obsession with old movies, and how he’d been working up the courage to talk to me for months.
Our dates after that were everything I’d hoped for.
Ed was thoughtful in ways that mattered. He remembered that I loved sunflowers, so he’d bring me one stem instead of expensive bouquets.
He’d plan picnics in the park and always packed my favorite sandwiches.
