Silver Pines

I wasn't planning on staying in Silver Pines longer than it took to grab a decent cup of coffee and snap a few pictures for my travel blog. But then I met Ethan. He's the brooding, mysterious café owner who looks at me like I've disrupted his perfectly ordered world-and maybe I have. His café feels like a haven, and our banter? Well, let's just say it's a lot more than I bargained for. I'm not just here for the coffee anymore. I'm here for the stories buried in this quaint town-the hidden layers beneath Ethan's gruff exterior, the whispers of a treasure, and maybe even a little self-discovery. But when a stormy figure from his past strolls back into town, I realize uncovering these secrets might be more than I signed up for. What do you think? Is it ever too late to rewrite your own story? Because it's starting to feel like mine's just beginning, and I'm not sure where this path-or Ethan-will lead me.