Leo smiled, a little shy. “And you’re the poet.” He held up a crumpled page—one of the fictional poems she’d written for the story. “You left this in my jacket last week. I thought… maybe you weren’t just writing fiction.”
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“I love romantic storylines,” she said, stepping closer. “But I think I’d rather live one.” Leo smiled, a little shy
But life, as she was about to discover, loved her back. ” she said