“No. You’re calculating .” She finally looked up, her eyes the color of sea glass after a storm. “You’ve got that furrow. The one you get when you’re trying to solve for X. What is it? The mortgage? My mother’s next visit?”
“You’re thinking too loud,” Caprice said, not looking up from the small sketch she was drawing on a napkin—something abstract, probably a new tattoo idea. caprice - marry me
They were married on a Tuesday, because Caprice decided Sundays were “too predictable.” She wore a vintage lavender dress, and Leo wore a suit with mismatched socks. The officiant was a retired drag queen from their neighborhood deli. The vows were one sentence each. ” Caprice said
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