When he looked up and caught her staring, he didn't smirk or wave. He just held her gaze for a long, silent second, then quirked one eyebrow. Tiffany’s face flamed. She grabbed Ben’s hand and dragged him toward the cotton candy stand, her heart a caged hummingbird.

“You dropped this,” Lucas said.

Tiffany Thompson closed the drawer. She turned on the radio. And for the first time in a long time, she let herself believe in the possibility of a new song.

That was ten years ago.