"Not bad," Leo muttered, taking another slow sip of coffee as he stood on the balcony. The morning view stretched before him, endless mountains draped in soft mist, the peaks catching the first gold of sunrise. He wore a simple dark sweater, his hair still slightly disheveled from sleep, looking more relaxed than she had seen him in days.
Bella beamed from her chair, bundled in an oversized black sweater that swallowed her whole. Her legs were tucked under her, a mug warming her hands, her nose slightly pink from the crisp mountain air.
"I told you!" she said triumphantly. "But you were like, 'I don't drink random coffee,' and 'what if they added too much sugar,' and 'I have standards, Bella.'"
Leo glanced back at her, one eyebrow raised. "I have standards."
"And yet you're drinking it."
"And yet I'm drinking it," he agreed calmly. "Because you made me try it."
Bella's smile softened, warmth blooming in her chest that had nothing to do with the coffee.
