I Returned to the Same Diner Every Birthday

and stepped in to get warm.

He was in the corner booth, 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.continue reading …