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ade headlines, but one that soaked the city in a cold drizzle an

in his hand. The skyline blurred with rain. He wasn't reading the legal brief on hi

hinking a

d into his Friday night like a rogue color across a perfectly balanced

ng at that window f

ed against the doorway, holding a sandwich and wearing that smug s

racked my habits so cl

m. "You've got that look. The one that says: I met someone, but I

eyebrow. "You're

I'm r

ooked back at the rain.

omes unforgettable, and then-bam-you're buying tic

d. "I highly

s into art, which makes you feel lik

respond. He d

ouch, flipping through a portfolio of prints while Jules Moreno, her r

e popping. "Did you talk to

awing of a stormy skyline, strangely similar to the one sh

versation. He vanished af

the couch beside her. "He didn'

cking her feet under her. "But there he was. Looking at Unspoke

"So why didn't you g

ooked like the kind of man who disappears the moment h

"You're such a romantic for some

r, fate gave the

ver alone. The place was cozy in that creative way-doodles on the chalkboard menu, poetry nights

drink and turned

here s

ve

up, sleeves rolled to her elbows, paint smudged across

forward-and then someone slid

laughed at something she said and touched h

He didn't know why it hit him like that

thered. In her world, w

café, and didn't even

t swung closed behind Ryan. She blinked, confused

it. Just a

something had slipped past her be