"I quit."
"And what's that?"
And she reached across the table and took his hand. Love Scout
She looked at the coffee, then at him. Slowly, she smiled—the real one, the surprised one, the one that had nothing to do with recruitment or strategy or packaging. "I quit
Not because she was difficult—she was, but in ways he admired. The problem was that every match he sent her way, she rejected for reasons that made too much sense . The poet was afraid of silence. The surgeon had never read a book for pleasure. The musician loved her potential more than her reality. Not because she was difficult—she was, but in
He set the coffee down. The ink on her knuckle had been joined by a small Band-Aid—paper cut, probably. He wanted to kiss it.