“Nope. I think you're allowed to be happy. Correction: deserved to be happy. All the time.” It always made him happy to see her happy. Seeing her sad wouldn't probably help nor make things better.

bad morning !

“How is your day?” And he's definitely not trying to earn a free cupcake just by coming to the bakery. Nope, definitely not. ( Actually yes, he is. )

& & &. 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄. a man with nothing to lose. madre linda's new neighbor. ―― #YOURP

reading dickens in the morning is somewhat . . therapeutic.

morning ! what makes her think it would be her? people die . . almost everyday from natural cause? accidents, illnesses, that sort of thing.

oh he wasn't always this happy. surely, she didn't do anything bad, does she? her looks could be deceiving but so far . . there is nothing wrong about her.

is it weird for him to be happy for today? oh yeah, what did you do for fun? don't answer that. he didn't mean to pry further. it's not his right to go around and snoop on other people's business. there is a reason why “looks can be deceiving” exist.

well . . he doesn't have any explanations or reasons as to why he is happy. an answer might help. or maybe a lie? but he'd prefer an actual answer. surprise him, if you wish. people aren't wrong, you look pretty after all.

ah, she did something that involves the cops. for someone as pretty as her, she sure knows how to cause a trouble or make one for herself. she's pretty nonetheless.

he'll try his best not to end up being that said person. kind, but he tries his best to keep his guard up at the same time. you never know what's going to happen when you met someone new. now extending a hand, “Henry. Henry Quinn-Goldberg, nice to meet you.”

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“That's what you get moving into a . . I wouldn't say quiet, so I guess, peaceful?” It has been quiet ever since or for as long as he could remember. “What's a gal like you doing here? Are you looking for a place where it would at least some peace of mind?”

“You're in the right place. What I like about this place was the fact that it's peaceful.” Henry was fond of places that didn't have a lot of noises. “That's bad. But hey, at least you're here. Trying to move on and have a much better life from what you just told me.”

“Don't try too hard. I mean, just be yourself. You'll meet some interesting characters in the process.” He says, stuffing a hand into his jacket's pocket. “Stay still.” A hand carefully tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “There we go, much better.”

Shit, she's blushing. That's something he did not expect. “I — my face is not red, is it?” It is. The second he notices the blush, he too, was blushing as well. Although it wasn't worse as he thought it would be.

“At least I'm not the only one with a red face.” He says as he looks at her. Yes, somehow he couldn't keep his eyes off her. But in the end, he finds himself looking at the sky or at the ground. “Let's get ourselves some coffee, what do you say?”