“Leo?” she asked, sliding into the seat across from him. Up close, she had a tiny scar on her chin. He noticed everything.
“Yeah,” he said, surprised. “That exact one.”
She scanned the room. Their eyes met. He lifted his book. She smiled—a small, guarded thing, like she wasn't sure she should.
Then the door chimed.
She didn’t laugh. She nodded slowly. “That scene. On the beach. When the house is falling apart.”
“So let’s skip that,” Leo said. His heart was doing something weird. “Let’s just agree on a second date. Right now. Tomorrow. There’s a diner on 24th that does pie until 2 AM.”