“Screw it. Let the fates decide”

“Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities . . . to get together with someone. And we’ve both screwed up so many times”—my voice grows quiet—“that we’ve missed our chance.”

“What do you guys even do every night?" The words slip from my mouth before I can stop them."It," Rashmi says. "They do it. He's ditching us to screw.”

“Why aren't the two of you together?'The directness of her question throws me. 'I don't know. Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities... to get together with someone. And we've both screwed up so many times - that we've missed our chance.”

“The directness of her question throws me. "I don't know. Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities...to get together with someone. And we've both screwed up so many times"- my voice grows quiet - "that we've missed our chance.""Anna." Mer pauses. "That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard.""But—""But what? You love him, and he loves you, and you live in the most romantic city in the world.”

“Happy Thanksgiving," he says, handing me my ticket. "Let's see some dead people.”

“The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.”