Mia Li Owen ✦ Legit & Updated

She typed it into her own phone, fingers trembling slightly.

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.”

Tonight was different. Tonight, Mia had made a decision. She wrote her phone number on a piece of paper—neat, small, just ten digits and the word “Coffee?” —and tucked it into a plastic sleeve to keep it dry from the rain. Then she waited. mia li owen

Mia didn’t know his last name. She’d never spoken to him. But she knew he’d cried two weeks ago, head in his hands, the glow of his laptop the only light in the room. She knew he’d laughed last Tuesday at something on his phone, throwing his head back in a way that made her chest ache. She knew he always watered the small succulent on his windowsill every third day.

“I’m Mia.”

“Owen.”

“There’s a place two blocks over,” Owen said. “Open till midnight. They have terrible espresso and really good cake.” She typed it into her own phone, fingers trembling slightly

Mia held up the paper. “I brought my number just in case. But if you’re free now…”