The Silhouette of Us
She wore a grease-stained canvas apron over her denim shorts, her sun-bleached hair pulled back into a messy, practical ponytail.
When she straightened up and caught him staring, she didn't flinch. Instead, she wiped a smudge of dark engine grease from her cheek, leaving a faint streak across her high cheekbone, and offered him a bright, unabashed smile.
"If you stare at that clipboard any harder, you're going to burn a hole through the pixels," Eleanor called out, her voice clear, carrying a melodic, confident ring over the hum of the festival crowd.
Leo blinked, his ears instantly turning a vivid shade of crimson. The brilliant young data analyst who could outsmart corporate algorithms in