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“Where are you?” she asked.

“So, Leo from Montreal,” Clara said, leaning closer. The grain of the webcam made it feel like an old film. “What’s your worst habit?”

“I think your sticky note is wrong.”

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0:00.

A strange panic gripped Leo. “Wait. I don’t want to lose this.”

“You’re still here,” he replied.

The screen went black. The roulette wheel spun again.

0:30.

The timer hit 2:00.

But Leo didn’t click.

0:05.

Clara found him first. She didn’t say hello. She just walked up, took his face in her hands, and kissed him. “Where are you

She glanced at the note that said “Don’t fall in love with strangers on the internet.” When she looked back, her eyes were soft.

Two teenagers in Berlin lip-syncing badly to German rap. They waved. He waved back. They disconnected.