When he looked up, she was already walking away, but she glanced over her shoulder and smiled.
On it, in messy, slanted handwriting: “You underline the same passages I do. And you always bite your lip when you’re confused. — L.” cute teen love
Ella should have been creeped out. Instead, she felt a fizzy, nervous laugh bubble up. “That’s either really sweet or really weird.” When he looked up, she was already walking
“Can it be both?” he asked.
Cute? Maybe. But to them, it was everything. Ella snorted. “I’m five-foot-two.”
They held hands for the first time under the library’s flickering fluorescent lights. It wasn’t a grand movie moment. But when Ella leaned her head on Leo’s shoulder, and he rested his cheek against her hair, it felt like the beginning of something truer than any French Revolution essay.
Ella snorted. “I’m five-foot-two.”