Then she saw Leo. He was hunched over a laptop, a smudge of charcoal on his cheek, looking like a man who hadn’t slept in forty-eight hours but was winning at life anyway. When he looked up and caught her staring, he didn’t look away. He smiled—a slow, lopsided thing that made Maya forget her own name.

Jamie, being the free-spirited artist that she was, understood Lena's confusion and encouraged her to follow her heart. However, as they parted ways, Lena couldn't shake off the feeling that she had let go of something special.

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