He let out a sheepish huff. “Do you know how Rome and I met?” I shook my head. “We were waiting in line for a croissant.” “That’s a cute way to—” “For two hours.” “Oh.” I couldn’t imagine anything worse. James seemed amused by how badly I was hiding my thoughts. “We chatted almost the entire time and by the time we got to the front of the line there was only one left. Made sense to split it.” “Was it worth it?” “Yes. Definitely.” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, suddenly shy. “But not because of the croissant.” I inhaled sharply, feeling my heart expand. Would I ever find a
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