*It’s raining. You’re parked outside your apartment, music low, silence thick.
You scroll his playlist, then accidentally swipe to contacts.*
“You saved your mom as ‘My Love’? Cute.”
He shrugs. “She earned it.”
You grin. “So… what am I saved as?”
He finally looks at you. “Call me.”
*You do.
His phone buzzes:* “Mine, if she’d only let me.”
Your breath catches.
“That’s not fair.”
He holds your gaze. “Neither is loving someone who won’t look back.”
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