Two years ago, Clara had been a "plus-one" to a concert she didn't want to attend. She was nursing a bruised heart and a cynical outlook on destiny. Then, the lights dimmed. The opening chords of the chorus began to swell, and the guy standing next to her—a total stranger named Leo—didn't just sing; he shouted the lyrics to the sky with a grin that looked like pure sunlight.
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They spent the rest of the show sharing that single audio feed, anchored to each other by a white wire. When the song ended, he finally asked, "What are the odds?" Two years ago, Clara had been a "plus-one"