Mara traced the outline of the "s" with her finger against the screen, and thought of the woman she had once loved, whose name had been soft and decisive and who had left for a city that smelled of rain and opportunity. The goodbye had been a sentence typed in Arial on a phone; it had not fit the curvature of Mara's chest. Ek03serif-b01 had curves that suggested reconciliation rather than closure. It was ridiculous to think a font could be tender, and yet she felt something akin to consolation.