-Two years later-

The bell on the door of the coffee shops rings as I walk in. I sigh happily as the fireplace in the coffee shop instantly spreads a warmth through my body compared to the bitter cold outside. It was winter here in New York and though I've been living here for about two years, I still wasn't used to how cold it got.

"Hey gorgeous," Charlie, the barista, greets as I walk up to the counter to order.

"Hi, Charles," I reply, knowing that he hates when I call him by his full name.

Charlie was one of the first people I met when I first moved...