So this is what you look like when you're keeping a giant secret from me - exactly the same as usual.

-Te echo de menos.
-Vaya tontería. Nos hemos visto esta mañana.
-No es cuestión de tiempo, sino de distancia.

I don't live to amuse you, you know."
"One, are you sure? Because you do. And two, we don't make fun of you. Very much. Anymore. And three...

What’s wrong with Starbucks?"
“It's a big, faceless corporation.” He raised a good-natured brow. “So far, they've let me keep my face.

Are you okay?" she heard someone - Levi? - ask "Hey... are you crying?"
Cath ran her fingers along the cover, over the raised gold type.
Then someone else ran right into her, pushing the book into Cath's chest. Pushing two books into her chest. Cath looked up just as Wren threw an arm around her.
"They're both crying," Cath heard Reagan say. "I can't even watch."
Cath freed an arm to wrap around her sister. "I can't believe it's really over," she whispered.
Wren held her tight and shook her head. She really was crying, too. "Don't be so melodramatic, Cath," Wren laughed hoarsely. "It's never over... It's Simon.

Are you meeting people?"
Yeah, she thought, you people.
"Not intentionally," she said.