I Married a Waitress in Spite of My Demanding Parents

It smelled like coffee and something freshly baked. No one was trying to be impressive. People were just… there.

That’s where I met Claire.

She didn’t try to impress me. She laughed easily, spoke directly, and paid attention in a way I wasn’t used to. When she looked at me, it felt like she saw something real—not something curated.

So I did something that made no sense, even to me.