“But then I realized,” Leo continued, stepping closer. “I can’t ask you for forever. Because ‘forever’ implies a straight line. And you… you’re a scribble. You’re a key change in the middle of a quiet song. You’re the sudden left turn when the GPS said go right.”
“No. You’re calculating .” She finally looked up, her eyes the color of sea glass after a storm. “You’ve got that furrow. The one you get when you’re trying to solve for X. What is it? The mortgage? My mother’s next visit?” caprice - marry me
The Caprice of Forever
Leo grinned. That was better than forever. That was a promise renewed by choice, not by contract. “But then I realized,” Leo continued, stepping closer
The city hummed. A firework went off somewhere in the distance, a small, unauthorized celebration. And you… you’re a scribble