Leo blinked. That was… unexpectedly beautiful.
He saw the light then. Not headlights—this was a soft, warm, orange glow, spilling from the windows of a house he could have sworn wasn’t there a second ago. It was a low, rambling farmhouse, its porch sagging under the weight of hanging ferns and old rocking chairs. enough ass for two
“Uh, yeah. Sorry to bother you. Can I use your phone?” Leo blinked
But the thing Leo noticed—the only thing, for a second—was the way she filled the doorway. She was built like a barn door: broad, sturdy, and impossible to miss. Not headlights—this was a soft, warm, orange glow,
Leo opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
She looked over her shoulder, and that sharp, amused light in her eyes turned into something warmer. Something that could burn.
Leo blinked. That was… unexpectedly beautiful.
He saw the light then. Not headlights—this was a soft, warm, orange glow, spilling from the windows of a house he could have sworn wasn’t there a second ago. It was a low, rambling farmhouse, its porch sagging under the weight of hanging ferns and old rocking chairs.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry to bother you. Can I use your phone?”
But the thing Leo noticed—the only thing, for a second—was the way she filled the doorway. She was built like a barn door: broad, sturdy, and impossible to miss.
Leo opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
She looked over her shoulder, and that sharp, amused light in her eyes turned into something warmer. Something that could burn.