"I need to understand the storyline we're in," she said, pushing her tortoiseshell glasses up her nose. They were on his rooftop, fairy lights strung haphazardly above them, a half-eaten pizza between them. "Are we a slow-burn friends-to-lovers? A will-they-won’t-they with an inevitable third-act misunderstanding?"
Leo laughed, running a hand through his dark curls. "Sara. It's not a script." SexMex 21 12 09 Sara Blonde Asking For A Job XX...
Sara leaned forward. "Noted. But I'm not asking how you feel. I'm asking what you're afraid will happen if you tell me." "I need to understand the storyline we're in,"
Sara closed her notebook. For the first time in her professional life, she had no follow-up question. Instead, she reached over, took his hand, and said, "New plot point. Chapter Four: He tells her the scary thing. And she stays." "Noted
Leo’s smile faded. He looked out over the city lights. "The conflict," he said quietly, "is that I'm terrible at being asked how I feel."