“Leah and Cyrus,” Wang Laoshi says, smiling over at us. My heart soars. The rest of the group bursts into applause that’s definitely too loud for an indoor setting, and I throw my arms around Cyrus’s neck without thinking. “We won,” I squeal. “We won.” “We did,” he says, laughing, his hand coming up to rest over the small of my back like there’s nobody else around. “I told you we would, didn’t I?” “You know what we should do to celebrate?” I ask him. He pulls back just slightly to tilt his head, his eyes gleaming. “Are you asking me out?” “Maybe,” I tease. “There is a nice restaurant I’ve
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