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“You know,” he gestured to her book, “that’s the one where the dog dies.”

They didn’t exchange numbers. Didn’t promise coffee or a re-read of the ghost-dog book. Instead, Leo took his warm, finished laundry and sat on the floor next to her machine. She pulled out her red scarf—still damp—and tied it loosely around her wrist. Then she handed him the paperback. “You know,” he gestured to her book, “that’s

Leo’s instinct was to pull out his phone. To scroll. To disappear. But the laundromat’s Wi-Fi was down (a mercy, he’d later think). So he said the only thing that came to mind. She pulled out her red scarf—still damp—and tied

He watched his socks tumble in the dryer—a slow, pointless dance. Then he noticed her. To scroll

She smiled then, small and sideways. “Good. Because I’m still learning how to let someone walk beside me without thinking it’s a trap.”