I Returned to the Same Diner Every Birthday

fumbling with a newspaper and a coffee he’d already spilled once.

“I’m Steed. Clumsy, awkward, and a bit embarrassing,” he said with a grin.

He looked up at me like I’d walked into the middle of a joke he was telling himself. I was cautious; his charm felt almost too smooth. But I sat down anyway.

He said I had the kind of face people wrote letters about.continue reading …