He squeezed her hand. The romance wasn't in the grand gesture; it was in the acknowledgment that they didn't need to be perfect for each other—they just needed to be present.
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"You only stir your coffee that long when you’re debating a renovation or an exit strategy." She finally looked at him, her eyes soft but searching. "Which one is it today?" He squeezed her hand
