MARRIED TO MY CRUSH

er heart did a little flip. Ethan worked in marketing while Lena was tucked away in the finance department, buried in spreadsheets and num

noyingly good-looking. His dark hair was always styled just right, his tailored suits fit him perf

roblem. He didn't e

in the crowd. And yet, every morning, when she made her way to the café for her daily

he office. Her hair was still damp from her quick shower, and in her rush, she'd grabbed mismatched shoes-one black, one na

anted to look when she fi

. Coffee. Just coffee. No expectations. No hope of bumping into Ethan. He was probably upstairs

n she s

der. Lena's breath caught in her throat. He was right there, looking as perfect as ever,

er moment. She

sweaty, her heart hammering in her chest. She quickly rehearsed her lin

under her breath, practicing. "No, no. How about, 'Morning,

He picked up his coffee and turned to leave, and before Lena

she was standing there, trying to

plattered everywhere, including on Ethan's pristine shoes. The café w

ve higher than normal. Her hands flew to her face as she w

he was about to yell, or worse, give her that pitying look people reserved for clumsy

t of us," Ethan said, bending d

t mean to-uh-I can buy you new shoes? Or get them clea

l smiling. "Really, it's fine. I pr

Was this really happening? Was she actu

way," he said, of

before finally shaking it. "Lena. I'm Len

So smoot

d," he said, his smile never falte

g her best not to sound too eag

p of his coffee. "Big numbers

'm more of a numbers girl myself. I do

from making a memorable first impression," he said, glancing

he flirting with her? No, that couldn

it cool. "Crunch numbers, balance budgets, spill cof

wave of warmth through her. "Well, you c

She couldn't believe she'd managed to have an actual con

ment coffee," Lena offered, desper

preciate it, but really, it's no big deal. Plus,

nted to talk to her again? Lena nodded,

Rain

to process what had just happened. She'd spilled coffee on him. He hadn't been a

wasn't as invisible t

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off their questions. She couldn't stop thinking about the way Ethan had smiled at her, the way he'd said h

pretending to work, her phone buzzed. It was

... when's ou

art skipp

asn't as hopeless

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