Two weeks of chatting later, Matt and Martine decided to meet up at a little café in Dragonhill, the swankiest part of the city. After finishing his dog-sitting gig, Matt rushed home.

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Gotta hurry, gotta hurry, he thought as he opened his front door.

He gave his parents a quick nod and headed straight for the bathroom. He stripped down and jumped in the shower.

I don't know why, but I've got a good feeling about this, he thought while grabbing the body wash and lathering up with a sponge.

Once he dried his hair, he went to his closet and picked out a light shirt and some dark jeans. He threw on his best kicks, some beige Timberlands, opened the door, and stepped out. He was on time, but he decided to grab his bike to avoid any delays or surprises. He unlocked it from the pole where he'd secured it with a sturdy chain, hopped on, and took off.

The road was flat, and Matt took it easy; he didn't want to show up all sweaty. When he got there, he saw Martine had just arrived. She was wearing a purple blouse and some tight black pants.

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Matt spotted her and locked his bike to a nearby pole. He walked past a car and quickly fixed his hair.

«Hey,» Matt said as he stopped in front of her.

«Hey Matt, how ya doin'?» Martine replied, shifting her gaze from his eyes to his shirt and chest. Matt was looking good that day; he was in great shape.

«Pretty good, thanks,» Matt said, checking out Martine's perfectly straightened hair. «Uh, what're you gonna get?» he asked before heading into the café.

«Think I'll grab a macchiato. Let's hope they make it right here,» Martine answered, following Matt as he searched for a spot.

«Bet they do,» Matt responded with a smile as he turned.

The place had dark tables with cushy chairs, and Matt and Martine settled at a table by the window, where they could see the hustle and bustle of the neighborhood. It was five in the afternoon, and the sky was clear, no clouds in sight. After they sat down and ordered-a black coffee for him and a macchiato for her-Matt and Martine chatted about random stuff. But after a while, the conversation started to heat up.

«I feel like I can just be myself with you, Martine,» Matt said, smiling as he scooted his chair closer to hers.

Martine smiled back, reaching out to take the hand he had resting on the table.

«Me too, Matt,» she replied.

Matt looked at her hand on his and leaned in again after a moment, their lips brushing together in a kiss. They embraced and let the moment sweep them away.

«This feels perfect,» Martine murmured, closing her eyes and running her fingers through Matt's hair.

«It's like I've been waiting for you forever,» Matt said softly, caressing her right cheek.

Three months passed, and love was definitely in the air. Matt and Martine were chilling on the couch in Matt's living room, which was painted blue and white. He was in a gray hoodie and navy sweats, while she rocked a red hoodie and black pants. They were kicked back on a black couch, feet up on an ottoman, watching The Boys on a big flat-screen TV.

«Man, that Homelander is a total psycho!» Matt burst out laughing after a crazy scene, hugging Martine, who was cracking up too.

«How do they even come up with these scenes?» she said, settling in closer. «All the characters are straight-up nuts, haha.»

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After finishing the last episode, Matt grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. He turned back to see Martine looking at him with a sweet gaze. Smiling, he sat back down beside her after a moment.

«Martine, there's something I gotta tell you,» he started, taking a deep breath as he got comfortable on the couch next to her.

«What is it?» she asked, leaning in and turning to face him. Matt looked away for a second, taking a breath because what he was about to say was a big deal.

«I think... I think I'm in love with you,» he said slowly, saying each word clearly and locking eyes with her.

Martine didn't say anything at first, but then she moved in quickly and kissed him on the lips.

«I'm in love with you too, Matt,» she said after they kissed, grabbing his hand and holding it tight.

«For real?» Matt replied, leaning back a bit, totally taken aback.

«Yeah,» Martine nodded and smiled. «I've never met anyone like you,» she said, leaning in for another kiss. «No one's ever made me feel this loved,» she added as their faces were inches away. «I need you in my life.»

It was everything Matt had ever wanted-a good girl, sweet and loving. His heart almost stopped, and his eyes almost became watery. Goosebumps came over him. Goosebumps.

«I love you so much,» Matt said as he leaned forward to kiss her again.

«I love you too,» Martine replied, and they laid back together.

Months later, the lovebirds decided to take a little road trip, and Martine brought her camera to capture the moments from their trip. It was morning, and a few clouds were hanging around, but it was still a nice day.

They were chilling on the grass in a wood that Matt knew like the back of his hand. He was wearing a white tee under a black jacket and some jeans, while Martine looked super cute in a cozy sweater and cargo pants. Their hands brushed against each other.

«I've been here before, Martine,» Matt started, squinting as he remembered. «I wanted to show you this place.»

«Have you?» Martine asked, resting her head on his left shoulder.

«Yeah, I came here thirteen years ago, and it hasn't changed a bit,» he replied, looking around at the trees.

«What's the story?» Martine asked, lifting her head.

Matt took a deep breath, leaned back on his elbows, and looked up at the sky.

«I used to come here with my Grandpa,» he said, squinting at the clear blue. «He was the smartest guy I ever knew. We used to ride bikes around here, and I still think about those times sometimes,» he continued, shaking his head a bit.

«Is he still around?» Martine asked, resting her head on Matt's chest.

«No,» he said with a sigh. «He passed away because of a stroke,» he added, looking back at the wood with a sad look. «He wasn't that old, but his advice was everything to me. He was a good dude. A great man,» he said, shaking his head slightly. «Sometimes I really hate life for taking him away from me,» he finished, his expression getting serious.

«I'm sorry to hear that, Matt. He meant a lot to you, didn't he?» Martine said, looking at him.

«He did, he did,» Matt replied, twisting his lips a bit. «My life would've been way better with him by my side,» he continued, staring at the grass.

Martine lifted her head off Matt's chest and shifted, sitting right next to him.

«You know, I didn't really get to know my grandparents. They passed away when I was little,» she said. «But I've got some good memories of my grandma teaching me how to bake cookies. She had this secret recipe for chocolate chip cookies,» she went on, leaning toward Matt with a smile.

Matt grinned back, turning to her.

«For real? Still got that recipe?» he asked, eyes wide open.

Martine giggled and covered her mouth.

«Wish I did!» she said as she dropped her hand. «But whenever I bake cookies, I always think about her,» Martine continued, gazing up at the sky.

After a moment, Matt glanced at Martine's camera screen and checked out the pics she had snapped.

«These shots are amazing! You've got some real skills, look at those close-ups!» he exclaimed, stopping on one that showed a tree in the foreground with the city behind it.

«You're the only one who thinks I'm any good,» Martine replied, placing a hand on Matt's cheek.

«And who else is gonna do it if not me?» he laughed, giving her a quick peck.

After pulling back, Matt spoke again.

«I wish we could travel together,» he started, kissing her hand. «I'd like to get back to Spain; I miss those moments. It was a beautiful experience. Or even London, where I was born.»

«That'd be great; some of my friends have also been to Paris. That city is magnificent,» Martine replied, looking at him while he kissed her.

«Can't wait for it to happen,» Matt said, hugging her tight and whispering in her ear. «But besides traveling, there's something even more important to me,» he explained as they held each other close.

«What's that?» Martine asked after they broke the hug.

«You,» Matt murmured, locking eyes with her. «You're the best thing in my life. I wanna live every second with you,» he continued.

«Matt, you're making me blush,» Martine said, resting her forehead against his.

Matt smiled and caressed Martine's cheeks again.

«Promise me one thing, then,» Matt said, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow.

«What is it?» Martine replied, her curiosity piqued.

«Promise we'll take on the world together,» he said, wrapping his arms around her.

The two locked eyes, like, super intensely. Martine had never met anyone so romantic before. His words hit different. Then she nodded slowly and showed a smile.

«I promise, Matt. I know I can handle anything with you by my side,» she said, locking eyes with him.

A fearless and unstoppable love had just been born.