You flirt with old people and babies and everybody in between.

In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can't Google.)

Cath couldn't stop thinking about Levi and his ten thousand smiles.

There was something about the music on that tape. It felt different. Like, it set her lungs and her stomach on edge. There was something exciting about it, and something nervous. It made Eleanor feel like everything, like the world, wasn't what she'd thought it was. And that was a good thing. That was the greatest thing.

She bent her neck back and kissed him like she never had before. Like she wasn't scared of doing it wrong.

But the explanations fell apart in her hands. Everything true was too hard to write--he was too much to lose. Everything she felt for him was too hot to touch.

People tend to pair off that way, Cath thought, in matched sets.