He considered this, tilting his head the same way he did when he played guitar. “No,” he said finally. “I think I’ve been watching you too. I just didn’t know it until now.”
“You wanted coffee?” Owen asked.
He paused.
“There’s a place two blocks over,” Owen said. “Open till midnight. They have terrible espresso and really good cake.” mia li owen
Mia grabbed her coat and ran for the stairs. She didn’t take the elevator. She needed the time to breathe, to steady herself. By the time she reached the courtyard, the rain had softened to a mist. And there he was, standing under the dim glow of a streetlamp, hands in his pockets, looking slightly bewildered and very much alive. He considered this, tilting his head the same