Seriously, I don't know any American girl who can resist an English accent.

Suddenly I register that St. Clair is shorter than Josh. Much shorter. It’s odd I didn’t notice earlier, but he doesn’t carry himself like a short guy. Most are shy or defensive, or some messed-up combination of the two, but St. Clair is confident and friendly and—

Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come.

You would teach them English, and they'd teach you Spanish.

There's a cough behind me, and I find Cheeseburger staring anxiously at my box. I glare at Amanda, the Arm-Toucher, and pull out an entire sleeve of Thin Mints. "Here you go, Cheeseburger."

He looks at me in surprise, but then again, that's how he always looks. "Wow. Thanks Anna." Cheeseburger takes the cookies and lumbers toward the stairwell.

Josh is horrified. "Whyareyougivingawaythecookies?

Everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is to not make the same mistake twice.