“She looked down at his hands, privately in awe of their pianist grace, the unconscious way his fingers twitched when someone asked him a question” — N.M. Lombardi Copy Share Image
“Do you like being ignored?" Another pause, one hand flinching on his knee. "It's what I know.” — N.M. Lombardi Copy Share Image
“He had the look of a sensitive bard, but there was no poetry to his words; he spoke awkwardly, uncertainly, as if the sound… — N.M. Lombardi Copy Share Image
“Don't leave." He turned his eyes up, half-focused, as she stood. "I still have to say things to you.” — N.M. Lombardi Copy Share Image
“I want to hear it so many times that I don't forget the sound of it…” — N.M. Lombardi Copy Share Image
“She looked down at his hands, privately in awe of their pianist grace, the unconscious way his fingers twitched when someone asked him a… — N.M. Lombardi Copy Share Image
