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At two in the morning, I made a questionable decision: I downloaded a dating app.
I didn't expect much-certainly not Luna.
She's tall. Very tall. Goth. Intimidating. The kind of woman who looks like she could end a man with eye contact alone.
I'm five-foot-seven, painfully average, and completely unprepared.
What starts as late-night texting turns into coffee dates, public stares, internet fame, and the terrifying realization that I might actually be falling for a woman who could use me as an armrest.
A romantic comedy told one chapter at a time about height differences, soft moments, sharp eyeliner, and learning that being small doesn't mean being insignificant.