“I’m just a girl with a guitar,” she breathes quietly. Her eyes fall to my lips, and my heart hammers hard in my chest. “And I’m just a boy with a stick,” I say, daring to move an inch closer. “But I bet we can rule the world one day, Strings. I bet everyone will know our names.” “You’re so cocky.” The words slide out of her in a whisper. “I’ll be confident enough for the both of us until you catch on.”
