coffee date had turned into a second, then a third, and before she knew it, they were meeting regularly, sharing conversations that lasted for hours.
What struck her the most was how easy it was to be around him. She had never been someone who opened up easily, but Henry had a way of making her feel at ease. He was an enigma—charming, but distant in a way that made her want to know more about him.
"Tell me more about you," she asked one evening as they sat in a cozy corner of a small bookstore café. "You said you moved here for adventure, but what does that mean?"
Henry leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtful. "I guess it means I’m looking for something... something I can’t find in the usual places."
Eleanor furrowed her brow. "What are you looking for?"
Henry met her gaze, his eyes searching hers as if weighing her reaction. "I’m looking for something real. Something that isn’t just part of the noise and distractions we get caught up in."