People who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely to fall for each other than people who meet anywhere else.
Is it possible not to ever know your type-not to even know you have a type-until quite suddenly you do?
He looks at her and smiles. “You’re sort of dangerous, you know?”
She stares at him. “Me?”
“Yeah,” he says sitting back. “I’m way too honest with you.
Who would have guessed that four minutes could change everything?
She understands now what she, in all her worry, had forgotten. That even as she hesitates and wavers, even as she thinks too much and moves too cautiously, she doesn’t always have to get it right. It’s okay to look back, even as you move forward.