And Maybe Now You'll Start Treating Everybody

Ciao," I Say Casually, And Flick My Hair Back. "si. Ciao." I Could So Be Italian. Except I Might Have To Learn A Few More Words.

She Doesn’t Really Have A Sense Of Humor. I Think She’d Like To Have One—it’s Just That She Doesn’t Quite Understand What Jokes Are For.

Visiting Any Shop For The First Time Is Exciting. There's Always That Buzz As You Push Open The Door; That Hope; That Belief - That This Is Going To Be The Shop Of All Shops, Which Will Bring You Everything You Ever Wanted, At Magically Low Prices.

Oh, Please. If She's Going To Use Mr. Darcy To Prop Up Her Arguments, I Give Up.

What Are They Waiting To See?" Sam Follows My Gaze And I Shrug. "who Knows? You Could Always Do A Dance, Or Tell A Joke, Or... Kiss The Bride?" "not The Bride," He Wraps His Arms Around Me, And Gradually Pulls Me Close. Our Noses Are Practically Touching. I Can See Right Into His Eyes. I Can Feel The Warmth Of His Skin. "you." Me. "the Girl Who Stole My Phone." His Lips Brush Across The Corner Of My Mouth. "the Thief." "it Was In A Bin." "still Stealing." "no It Isn't-," I Begin. But Now His Mouth Is Firmly On Mine, And I Can't Speak At All. And Suddenly, Life Is Good.