““I can't today," I said. "Maybe tomorrow?" "Can't tomorrow," said Quinn. "I have a family thing. I guess we're logistically star-crossed, Juliet." Sometimes Quinn calls me Juliet because of how we had to do that scene together, and whenever he does it's good for another bout of brain paralysis. So all I could manage back was "Oh." "But I'll talk to you later, okay?" he said. I didn't even try to say anything else but just nodded, wondering as I did what would happen next. The steps had largely emptied by then. But before I could do much wondering, Quinn's lips were on mine. And this time it definitely counted.””
