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Zara didn’t answer. But she didn’t look away either.

“I don’t believe in signs,” Zara said eventually. “But I believe in you.” lucia love and zara durose

“Zara,” she said.

“Yeah?”

Two weeks later, Lucia saw Zara again at a tiny night market set up in a parking lot behind a laundromat. Zara was selling handmade ceramic mugs—each one unique, glazed in deep blues and greens like sea glass. Lucia bought one shaped like a crouching cat. Zara remembered her name. Zara didn’t answer

Zara’s hand, still over Lucia’s on the clay, tightened just slightly. “And what does the sign say?” “But I believe in you

That should have been it. A collision of strangers, a polite exchange, a walk in opposite directions. But Lucia noticed that Zara hesitated before turning away, and Zara noticed that Lucia was still holding the silver earring.