For the first time in weeks, Park didn't have that anxious feeling in his stomach on the way home from school, like he had to soak up enough Eleanor to keep him until the next day.

There's never been a moment,' he barely said, 'when I didn't recognize you.' She wiped her eyes. Her mascara smeared. He nudged the merry-to-round into motion. He could kiss her now. If he wanted. 'I'd know you in the dark,' he said. 'From a thousand miles away. There's nothing you could become that I haven't already fallen in love with.' He could kiss her. 'I know you,' he said.

You can be Han Solo," he said, kissing her throat. "And I'll be Boba Fett. I'll cross the sky for you.

I'm sort of...coming off a bad relationship," "When did it end?" "Slightly before it started.

To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.

Can't you just like a girl who likes you back?' 'None of them likes me back. I may as well like the one I really want.