The Love Letter Café
A Contemporary Romance
Chapter 1: The Letter That Started It All
Tessa Harper never expected to find a love letter in her café.
She found it one quiet afternoon, tucked between the pages of an abandoned book.
The envelope was old, the handwriting elegant.
It read:
"To the one I was too afraid to love."
Her heart skipped.
Who wrote this?
And who was it meant for?
Chapter 2: A Mystery Wrapped in Ink
Tessa owned The Love Letter Café, a cozy little shop where people came to read, drink coffee, and—sometimes—fall in love.
But this letter?
It was from years ago.
Signed only with the initials "A.W."
And she couldn’t let it go.
She had to find out the story behind it.
Chapter 3: The Man with the Sad Eyes
The next morning, a stranger walked into the café.
Tall. Dark hair. Hazel eyes filled with something unspoken.
He ordered a black coffee, but his gaze kept drifting—
To the bookshelf.
To the exact spot where Tessa had found the letter.
Her breath caught.
Could it be his?
Chapter 4: A Confession Over Coffee
Tessa worked up the courage.
She walked to his table.
Slid the letter in front of him.
His fingers trembled as he picked it up.
And then—
A soft, broken laugh.
"You found this?" he murmured.
She nodded.
"Who was it for?" she asked gently.
He exhaled.
"Someone I should have told the truth to… a long time ago."
Chapter 5: A Second Chance
His name was Adam Walker.
And ten years ago, he wrote this letter to a woman he loved—
But never gave it to her.
"She moved away before I could tell her how I felt," he admitted.
Tessa's heart ached.
"Do you still love her?" she whispered.
Adam looked at her then—
And something in his gaze shifted.
"I think… I’m ready to love someone new."
Epilogue: A New Love Story Begins
Weeks passed.
Adam kept coming back to the café.
For coffee. For conversation.
For Tessa.
And one evening, as the sun set over the city, he slid something across the table.
An envelope.
Her heart pounded as she opened it.
Inside was a letter.
"To the woman who found my heart when I thought it was lost."
Tessa smiled.
Because sometimes, love letters don’t belong to the past.
Sometimes—
They’re just the beginning.