Love Scout Site

"I'm a love scout."

"Because I've spent ten years looking for extraordinary people to give to other people," he said. "And I just realized I'd rather keep one for myself."

"I'm protecting them," she said. "I know what I want." Love Scout

"Exactly. And I think you're extraordinary." She didn't say yes immediately. She said "no" three times over two weeks. Leo left his card in her poetry book (page 47, a Neruda sonnet about hands). He didn't pressure her. He just showed up at the library again, and again, not to recruit but to read—sitting across from her, silent, turning pages.

"And I get to interview my matches before they interview me." "I'm a love scout

He set the coffee down. The ink on her knuckle had been joined by a small Band-Aid—paper cut, probably. He wanted to kiss it.

"Why?"

She looked at him across the small table in the library's empty reading room. The late shift was over. The lights were dim. Her eyes held something he'd been avoiding for months.