“Clara,” he says quietly. “I think it’s time you told me about what happened in Italy.”

“You like me, Clara, he says. "I know you do.”

“Have a nice life, Clara,” he says. “You deserve to be happy.”

“Fine.” He smirks at me. “Nice to meet you, Carrots,” he says, looking directly at my hair. “Oh, I mean Clara.”My face flames.“Same to you, Rusty,” I shoot back, but he’s already striding away.”

“Tucker: Is it okay to kiss you?Clara: What?Tucker: I won't get struck by lightning?Clara: (laughs) No lightning.”

“Tucker: "But she gave me the perfect gift."Clara: "What?"Tucker: "You.”

“Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.”