Mara breaks first. "I love you," she says. "I've loved you for months and I kept thinking there'd be more time." Theo's arms unfold. "There's time," he says. "Right now. We have right now." He takes her hands across the toast and the cold coffee and doesn't let go.

They sit there stubborn, neither one breaking, until Theo snorts at how ridiculous they are. "We could be here all night," he says. "Good," Mara says. "I've got nowhere to be." Slowly his arms unfold, and his hand slides across the table to find hers. He doesn't say it yet. He doesn't have to.