The café was nearly empty, save for the soft hum of a jazz tune playing from an old record player in the corner. The warm glow of the hanging lights cast gentle shadows on the wooden tables, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air.
Sophie traced her fingers over the rim of her cup, watching Noah as he tuned his guitar. She had seen him play countless times before—on small stages, in crowded living rooms, even on their rooftop under a sky full of stars. But tonight was different.
“You seem nervous,” she teased, raising an eyebrow.
Noah smirked but didn’t look up. “I’m about to perform the most important song of my life. Of course I’m nervous.”
Sophie tilted her head. “Most important? You didn’t tell me you were debuting something new.”
Noah finally met her gaze, something unreadable flickering in his deep green eyes. “That’s because it’s for you.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “For me?”
He exhaled, adjusting the strap of his guitar before resting it on his lap. “I wrote it a while ago. Every note, every lyric… it’s everything I’ve ever wanted to say to you but never knew how.”
Sophie felt her breath hitch as Noah began to play. The first few chords were soft, hesitant, as if he were tracing the edges of a love story only he could see. Then his voice filled the quiet space between them—low, steady, filled with an emotion that sent shivers down her spine.
“You are the song I never knew I was missing…
The quiet in the storm, the warmth in the rain.
You are the melody I’ll keep on singing,
A love that lingers, a heart that remains.”
Sophie’s fingers curled around the edge of the table, her chest tightening with every word. It wasn’t just a song. It was them—the late-night conversations, the way he always reached for her hand first, the laughter, the quiet moments, the way he looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
As the final chord faded into silence, Noah set his guitar down and rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little uncertain. “It’s probably not perfect, but—”
Sophie didn’t let him finish. She pushed her chair back, closing the distance between them in two steps before throwing her arms around him.
“Noah, it’s perfect,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
He let out a relieved laugh, burying his face in her hair. “Good. Because I meant every word.”
Sophie pulled back just enough to look at him, her hands cupping his face. “Sing it again?”
Noah smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “As many times as you want.”
And that night, in a quiet little café where time seemed to stand still, he played it just for her—again and again—until the whole world faded, leaving behind only the melody of them.
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