“I can’t do it,” he said, slapping a stack of sticky notes onto the counter. “Everyone says Purple Rain is the best. But Sign o’ the Times feels... bigger. And then there’s 1999 , which is basically a party you’re not invited to but can hear from the street.”
Marta finally looked up. A tiny smile cracked her face. “Oh, you brave, stupid kid.”
“It’s for my blog,” Leo protested.