I don't even know what it means to be Korean..." he said.

"Well, I don't know what it means to be Danish and Scottish," she said. "Does it matter?"

"I think so. Because it's the number one thing people use to identify me. It's my main thing.

This kiss had to last Park forever.
It had to get him home.
He needed to remember it when he woke up scared in the middle of the night.

Are you sure you want them to meet me?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.

Go on and honk," Eleanor said. "You think you can intimidate me with your swanlike good looks, but I'm not that kind of girl."

"Lucky for me," Park said.

There's not such thing as handsome princes, she told herself.
There's no such thing as happily ever after.
She looked up at Park. Into his golden green eyes.
You saved my life, she tried to tell him.
Not forever, not for good. Probably just temporarily. But you saved my life, and now I'm yours. The me that's right now is yours. Always.

Good-bye." she said. "Good-bye, Park."

"Good-bye, Eleanor. You know, until tonight. When you're going to call me.