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happy

And the only thing that was different in my life was Romy

I'd knoomen before I'd casually dated I'd even dated so it was never quite right, we didn't quite click, that, eventually, their presence felt ht stress instead of pleasure

And, I guess, that was the difference the right woman made, wasn't it?

She didn't bring chaos

She brought calm

And the kind of happiness that

And that was exactly howan extra cup of coffee, reaching into the cupboard for a bottle of the caramel syrup I'd picked up for her two days before, after finally wiggling it out of her that she liked it, because she'd stubbornly been insisting that plain coffee was fine

I didn't want just fine anything for her

And that, well, that was a fuck of a revelation too

I wanted to give her the best of everything

Sure, I'd always been a decent date, who treated women with the respect they deserved I always took them to nice places and I always paid

But I hadn't started thinking about all the ways I couldin ays I could outdo myself

Until Romy

I wanted her to have the perfect coffee