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The pastry inside? A chocolate croissant.
The exact one I’d mentioned offhand last night while rambling about comfort food.
Tucked underneath the cup is a napkin.
Scribbled in ink:
Can’t wait for tonight
– B
I blink.
Then blink again.
This is… a lot.
Not in the flashy, dramatic way I’ve gotten used to.
Not the hunter-prey, psychological warfare vibe.
This is soft, quiet, attentive in a way I’m not used to. And it hits harder than I want to admit.
I snap a quick pic of the setup, coffee and croissant still untouched, and send it straight to Bobbie.
Is this normal??? do men do this???
Because I might be broken
No response yet.
She’s probably wrist-deep in someone’s abdomen, but she’ll get it.
It doesn’t feel real.
And no one’s ever done it before.
Men miss the little cues.
That’s why girlfriends usually offer more intimacy than boyfriends or husbands.
They listen.
But this?
This feels like being handed something you only ever see on TikTok.
Or read about.
The soft that rarely survives the real world.
The second gift is smaller.
Matte black.
No label.
Just my name, written in gold ink.
