And Zara Durose 2021: Lucia Love

Lucia laughed, a little breathless. “I’m Lucia. Lucia Love. And I promise I’m not usually this clumsy.”

But Lucia was waiting for a sign. And Zara was waiting for proof. lucia love and zara durose

Later, they sat on the floor of the studio eating takeout noodles, clay dried on their hands like pale gloves. Zara was quiet in a way that Lucia had learned meant thinking, not distance. Lucia laughed, a little breathless

That was the only evidence she’d ever need. their fingers brushing. “Thanks.”

“This is the part where I’d usually wait for a sign.”

Zara touched her bare earlobe. “So I did.” She took it, their fingers brushing. “Thanks.”