“Thank you,” Talia said, turning in her seat to face Parker.

     They were sitting in his car in the garage of their apartment building after having spent a couple of hours driving around the city in search of other tiny art installations.

     Parker shrugged and smiled. “It was nothing.”

     Talia reached out and laid her hand on his arm. “It wasn’t nothing. You did all this research for me. I thought…” She shook her head and looked away from him.

     He laid his hand over hers. “You thought what?”

     “I thought you would think my interest in miniatures was childish and trivial. I didn’t expect you to encourage it.”

     She...