Instead, he showed up with small, thoughtful gestures: a coffee on a rainy morning, a joke to make her laugh when she was stressed, a tiny potted plant he thought would look nice by the shop’s window.
“You didn’t have to do this,” Sophie said one day, holding the plant.
“I know,” Daniel replied with a grin. “But I wanted to.”
It wasn’t until she found the bouquet and note on her car that something shifted. Standing there in the parking lot, reading Daniel’s words, Sophie felt a strange warmth in her chest. She wasn’t used to being noticed like this — genuinely, without any pretense or guilt.
The next time he came in, she found herself smiling at him without hesitation. “I got your note,” she said softly.
Daniel’s face lit up. “I meant every word.”
They started seeing each other outside of the shop — simple things at first, like coffee or a walk in the park. Slowly, Sophie let her guard down, piece by piece.
For the first time, I knew my sister was thriving. She’d found a love that didn’t need to be earned. It was hers, and it was real.
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