Leo looked at her. She looked at him. And for three seconds — three perfect, unbearable seconds — nothing was described. No hello . No what's your name . No I think I know you from somewhere . There was only the hum.

And just like that, time bdscr ended. Description began. A man with crooked teeth and kind eyes. A bookstore on a Tuesday. A shared laugh, too loud for the quiet.

And that place is enough.