Re: Quicklog: Ren S and Julia L
[She didn't recognize it. Julia's stack of books were much-thumbed romance, with dresses and duels and pistols at dawn and everything ending happily. They were princes and dukes and sheikhs, and romance that only hinted at darkness running like a ribbon underneath. She smiled, instead and she swayed her weight against the counter.]
My story matters to me. I think that's what counts, right? [She followed his sightline to the tables and grinned.] Thursday. It's basically date night. Either you're dreading it or you're hoping on it. Thursday night is a cynical optimist.