Reid and I met for coffee every morning for almost two weeks. Each day, we shared more about ourselves, every day getting harder and harder to leave the small table by the window. He asked about me in a way people usually didn’t. He seemed interested in the layered parts of me, not just what was outwardly facing, and he didn’t hold back in repaying the truths with his own. There was something special about this morning coffee ritual. What was building between us, what brewed each morning, was a lot more than coffee.
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