If you can't feel then why did you kiss me? Because I can feel it here, in my heart.

You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.

This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone. "I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.

I’m going to grab a cheeseburger,” I told Patch. “Want anything?” “Nothing on the menu.” I smiled. “Why, Patch, are you flirting with me?

Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.

There´s my date, I said. "Fashionably late." Nora (p. 232)

Girl, I'm going to show you the bear in hug.