“You don’t drink it,” she said, nodding at the full cup.
“You’re lying.”
Mira leaned against the booth, arms crossed. A strand of dark hair escaped her bun. “You’re not a night person, either. You have daylight in your eyes. You’re a 9-to-5 guy faking a sleep disorder.”
She met his eyes. “Because the first night you came in, you looked like someone had died. And cherry pie was the only thing on the menu that wasn’t gray.”
Mira laughed. It was a tired, rusty sound, like the first good rain after a drought. “Never. I hate cherry.”
“About the warmth?” He smiled. “Or the coffee?”
Leo had been coming here for three weeks. Not for the coffee—which was bad—but for her.
Mira was quiet for a long moment. Then she slid into the seat across from him.
Leo felt the world tilt. The rain, the bad coffee, the pink neon—all of it suddenly mattered.
“Looks that way.”
He pushed the cherry pie toward her. “You ever eat this stuff?”
He should have denied it. Instead, he said, “My fiancée left last month. Said I was too predictable. So I decided to become unpredictable. Turns out, 2 a.m. is just sadder than 2 p.m.”
Outside, the rain softened. The diner’s hum became a quiet song.
“You don’t drink it,” she said, nodding at the full cup.
“You’re lying.”
Mira leaned against the booth, arms crossed. A strand of dark hair escaped her bun. “You’re not a night person, either. You have daylight in your eyes. You’re a 9-to-5 guy faking a sleep disorder.”
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Mira laughed. It was a tired, rusty sound, like the first good rain after a drought. “Never. I hate cherry.”
“About the warmth?” He smiled. “Or the coffee?”
Leo had been coming here for three weeks. Not for the coffee—which was bad—but for her. “You don’t drink it,” she said, nodding at
Mira was quiet for a long moment. Then she slid into the seat across from him.
Leo felt the world tilt. The rain, the bad coffee, the pink neon—all of it suddenly mattered.
“Looks that way.”
He pushed the cherry pie toward her. “You ever eat this stuff?”
He should have denied it. Instead, he said, “My fiancée left last month. Said I was too predictable. So I decided to become unpredictable. Turns out, 2 a.m. is just sadder than 2 p.m.”
Outside, the rain softened. The diner’s hum became a quiet song. “You’re not a night person, either
