She looked back at the locket, then up at him. "It’s a lot of work, keeping something this old beautiful."
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Julian smiled, his thumb still tracing the line of her hand. "I’m in no rush. I hear the best work happens when you move slow." She looked back at the locket, then up at him
Elena didn't look up; she knew the cadence. Julian, a silver-haired historian with a penchant for worn linen jackets and bad coffee, had been bringing her "hopeless cases" for three months. She looked back at the locket