“It’s how Daphne and I got together.” Miles’s arms tighten around me. Elda claps her hands together. “Oh, I love a good meet-cute. Let’s hear it.” I crane my neck over my shoulder to look at him. His dimples sink into his beard, and it feels like my heart is unzipping, stepping out of its calloused skin, a glowing, sunlit thing. “Funny story…” he says, but he doesn’t go on, just watches me and waits. He knows how much I love to tell it.
