Leo
Leo drove through town and stopped in front of Amara's apartment building around eight twenty-five. He didn't know what to do. Does he send her a text? Beep the horn? Go to her door? He was afraid going to her door would be too formal and aggressive, and a beep or a text would be too much, like he was pushing her. He was saved from having to make the decision when Amara opened the front door and walked out.
She was gorgeous. She wore a pale pink knee-length dress and a white jacket and white strappy shoes. Her hair hung loose about her face.
He wished to jam his hands in her hair and kiss her fiercely in hello, but he controlled himself when she got into the car. "Morning," he told her.
"Morning," she replied. She looked at him and smiled a trifle uncertainly.
He recognized that i
