The Way He Looked at Me
“But statistically speaking, it must have happened at least once in my life.”
I give her a weak smile.
She picks up another copy of the dragon book and reads the back cover, scanning the blurb carefully. Twice while reading, she glances up at me like she’s checking my emotional stability.
Finally she closes the book.
Then she does the kindest thing imaginable.
“You know,” she says gently, “we could technically finish our TBR lists someday.”
I blink.
“I mean,” she continues, “it’s not impossible. Stranger things have happened.”
“It could happen,” I say.
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