They met in the kind of place you’d expect from a rom-com and never from real life: a second-floor café with cracked windows and a barista who adored poetry more than lactose-free milk. Jessica was sketching hands from memory; Rabbit was arguing with a book about mapping cities by their leftover postcards. Conversation started because the book fell from Rabbit’s bag and landed on Jessica’s lap. From there, it became an exchange of small obsessions: forgotten film scores, the correct angle for lighting a portrait, how to fold origami so it looks alive.
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She traces a finger along his lapel.
