Sunlight sparkled over Adventure Bay, and Rocky was already revving with excitement. Today’s mission? A beach cleanup organized by Mayor Goodway! “Let’s clean it green!” Rocky barked, loading his recycling truck with bins, tools, and all the eco-energy he had. When the Paw Patrol pups arrived at the beach, they saw the mess. Trash was scattered across the sand—bottles, bags, even a tangled fishing net! Worse yet, tiny sea turtles were struggling to reach the ocean through the litter. “This cleanup’s a big one,” Ryder said. “But we’ve got this! Rocky—you’re recycling chief. Zuma, help guide the turtles to the water. Chase, cone off the area for safety.” “Green means go!” Rocky barked, diving into action. With his grabber claw, he scooped up bottles, sorted plastics, and even turned an old bucket into a flowerpot for the mayor. Zuma zig-zagged gently between trash piles, leading the baby turtles safely to the waves. “Go, little dudes, go!” he cheered. Everything was going great—unt...
The café had closed hours ago, but the lights were still on.
Liam leaned over the counter, wiping mugs that didn’t need cleaning. Across from him, Nora was scribbling in her notebook, lost in a world of words.
“You always come here late,” he said.
She glanced up, her eyes tired but warm. “Because you’re always here.”
He smiled. “Touché.”
They had started as strangers—her a night owl writer, him a barista with insomnia. Over time, the silence between them had become comfortable, even comforting.
Tonight, the snow fell outside in slow motion. Inside, it was just the hum of soft jazz and their quiet breathing.
“You ever wonder why we keep doing this?” she asked, closing her notebook.
Liam looked at her, really looked. “Because it feels like the best part of the day.”
Her lips curved. “Exactly.”
He poured two mugs of coffee—midnight brews, bittersweet—and slid one to her.
Their fingers touched briefly.
“You’ll be here tomorrow?” she asked.
“Always,” he replied.
And somehow, that felt like a promise.
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