Never thought it could be Love — by Abir
He noticed her on a Tuesday afternoon. She sat alone by the cafe window, a book resting quietly in her hands. What caught his attention wasn't her face, but the fact that she had turned to the last page first. “Why did she do that?” he wondered. When he finally asked, she looked up and smiled. “Because I don't like surprises.” He laughed. “Then what's the point of reading the story?” She closed…