#TwoStormsOneHeart
#TSOH

They crossed paths one brisk, gray day,
Bound by a project neither could sway.
A twist of fate, a careless thread,
Now tied together, much to her dread.

Isabel sighed, her patience thin,
“This won’t work if you don’t begin.”
Leo grinned, unbothered, sly,
“Relax, we’ve got time to fly.”

Her brow furrowed, her voice was cold,
“This isn’t a joke, if I may be bold.”
But Leo leaned back, his charm ablaze,
“Life’s better with jokes; why not some plays?”

“I’m not here to entertain,” she shot,
“I prefer a partner who’s got some thought.”
“Thought, I’ve got plenty,” he teased her again,
“But your tone—it’s sharp, a bit like a pen.”

She huffed, her eyes on the work ahead,
“Less talk, more focus,” she sharply said.
But as they argued, line by line,
Something electric began to shine.

He watched her closely, intrigued, amused,
As she fiercely critiqued and refused.
“Careful there, your passion shows,”
Leo murmured, his tone now composed.

Her pen paused midair, her glare intense,
“Passion? Please, don’t make it dense.”
But he leaned closer, voice light, not terse,
“Your fire’s in words; I see it in verse.”

Isabel stiffened, her guard held high,
“Stop analyzing; let’s just...