She pulled a worn Moleskine from her backpack. Not to check notes, but to draw. A quick, effortless sketch of the salt shaker between them. “I do that when I’m nervous,” she said. “Sorry.”
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.”