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As the sun rose on yet another monotonous day, I dragged myself out of bed, the weight of my daily routine already settling heavily on my shoulders. Work beckoned, as did the prospect of returning to my cramped apartment for yet another solitary evening of Netflix and takeout. Don't get me wrong, I relished my alone time. But there was a nagging voice at the back of my mind, urging me to take a chance and seek someone out to spend my time with. Companionship, if you will.

That's when I met him. L, the enigmatic detective with an insatiable thirst for coffee and a penchant for solving the most baffling crimes. We had been acquaintances for some time, but it wasn't until he invited me to a quaint little café that I felt a spark of something more.

I mean, not to get ahead of myself or anything, it's not like he even saw me like that in any way. Or maybe he did. Only time would tell.

I never expected that a chance encounter over a cup of coffee would change my life forever. As I walked into the quaint little café, my eyes met his and my heart skipped a beat. It was L, looking as joytastic as he did, despite his disheveled appearance.

Despite my nerves, we struck up a conversation that flowed effortlessly for hours. The coffee was strong, just like him, and I found myself drawn in by his intelligence and wit, his words, how they flowed so easily between us like a sparkling stream. It was as if we had known each other for years, even though we had only just met.

As we parted ways that evening, I couldn't help but wonder if there was something more between us. Did he feel the same spark that I did, or was I just a passing acquaintance? I tried to push those thoughts aside, but they lingered in the back of my mind, fueling my curiosity and hope for the future.

For now, I was content with the promise of more dates with coffee and the intriguing detective who had stolen my heart. Only time would tell what the future held, but I was ready for whatever came our way.

The days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, and with each passing moment, my affection for L grew stronger. We continued to meet up for coffee dates, but they became less about the coffee and more about spending time together.

One night, as we were strolling through the city streets, L's phone rang. It was a frantic call from his assistant, informing him of a new case. Without hesitation, L took off, promising to keep me updated on the case's progress.

Days turned into weeks, and I barely heard from L. I was left to wonder if he had forgotten about me, lost interest, or if something had happened to him. My anxiety grew until one day, I received a message from him asking to meet at our favorite coffee spot.

As I stepped into the cozy café, my eyes locked with his, and my worries melted away. L looked just as charming as ever, with his unruly mop of black hair and piercing gaze.

We sat down and ordered our usual coffee, and the hours flew by as we chatted about everything under the sun. L explained that he had been wrapped up in a difficult case and had barely had time to breathe, let alone contact me. I couldn't help but feel relieved that he hadn't forgotten about me after all.

By the end of our little chat, I was proud to say that I was feeling better about the whole situation, now. Maybe there was still a chance after all. 

I was about ready to head out. I was already standing and was getting my things together when I heard his voice call out to me again.

"Y/N," L called out to me after a moment. I turned back to meet his gaze, my eyebrows upturned slightly with confusion. "It really is good to speak with you, you know. I'm glad that we can chat like this."

I stare back at L for a moment longer before breaking out into a beaming smile. "Of course. It's always a good thing to have someone to turn to. I think I find that quality in you."

L stood up and brought me into a warm embrace, and for a moment, as we stood locked into each other's arms, I could feel the safety and reassurance, the warmth and sincerity radiating from him.

He was a good guy, someone I knew I could rely on. I knew this for sure, now, and it felt good.

"Thank you, L."

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