Ava hoped she would never see Coffee-Suit Man again.
But the universe apparently enjoyed ruining her peace.
The next day he walked into the bookstore again.
Same suit.
Same serious expression.
He ordered black coffee.
When Ava handed it over, she muttered, "Please don't wear this one when I'm working."
He smirked.
"You're assuming the coffee incident was accidental."
"Oh my god."
Maya whispered, "He's cute."
"Stop," Ava whispered back.
But the man extended his hand.
"Noah Kapoor."
"Ava Sen."
They shook hands.
His grip was warm.
And annoyingly steady.