2 septembre 2026

The first time I met Daniel was in a coffee shop

The first time I met Daniel was in a coffee shop just outside Brighton Hill. He was juggling a phone call, a pastry bag, and a wallet that refused to cooperate. When his credit cards scattered to the floor, I knelt to help him.

“Thanks,” he said sheepishly. “I swear I’m not usually this much of a disaster.”

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