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He considered this, tilting his head the same way he did when he played guitar. “No,” he said finally. “I think I’ve been watching you too. I just didn’t know it until now.”

He paused.

Mia grabbed her coat and ran for the stairs. She didn’t take the elevator. She needed the time to breathe, to steady herself. By the time she reached the courtyard, the rain had softened to a mist. And there he was, standing under the dim glow of a streetlamp, hands in his pockets, looking slightly bewildered and very much alive.

At 8:47, Owen stood up and stretched. He walked to his window, as he sometimes did, to look out at the city. And for the first time, Mia didn’t look away when his gaze swept past her building.

“You wanted coffee?” Owen asked.

“I’m Mia.”

He pulled out his phone, typed something, and showed her the screen: Owen Chen, 555-0192. And yes, I’m free.

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Mia Li - Owen

He considered this, tilting his head the same way he did when he played guitar. “No,” he said finally. “I think I’ve been watching you too. I just didn’t know it until now.”

He paused.

Mia grabbed her coat and ran for the stairs. She didn’t take the elevator. She needed the time to breathe, to steady herself. By the time she reached the courtyard, the rain had softened to a mist. And there he was, standing under the dim glow of a streetlamp, hands in his pockets, looking slightly bewildered and very much alive. mia li owen

At 8:47, Owen stood up and stretched. He walked to his window, as he sometimes did, to look out at the city. And for the first time, Mia didn’t look away when his gaze swept past her building. He considered this, tilting his head the same

“You wanted coffee?” Owen asked.

“I’m Mia.”

He pulled out his phone, typed something, and showed her the screen: Owen Chen, 555-0192. And yes, I’m free. I just didn’t know it until now