you are here
Two Weeks, Wrong City
romanceEveryone5 contributors · 5 paragraphs deep
After she played, Theo couldn't stop grinning. "Move over," he said, and started sketching a tiny concert hall on his napkin, just for her. "Someday I'll design you a real one." Mara folded the napkin and tucked it in her case. "I'll hold you to that," she said.
When the trains finally ran, neither could say goodbye, so they didn't. "I'm going to Venice with you," Theo announced, "and you're coming to Vienna with me. We'll do both." Mara held up the folded napkin. "And someday, this." Two cities, one stuck platform, and the best wrong turn of their lives.
What happens next?
0 ways forwardVote share across the top 0 branches
No futures yet — be the one who decides what happens next.