The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight

by Jennifer E. Smith

‘Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world.’

‘You’re sort of dangerous, you know?’ She stares at him. ‘Me?’ ‘Yeah,’ he says, sitting back. ‘I’m way too honest with you.’

Hadley didn’t know it was possible to miss someone who’s only a few feet away, but there it is: she misses him so much it nearly flattens her.

And though she knows it’s nothing but a collection of minutes, all of them strung together like beads on a necklace, she can see now how easily they become hours, how quickly the months might have turned to years in just the same way, how close she’d come to losing something so important to the unrelenting movement of time.

There’s a star in the sky that refuses to stay put, and Hadley realises it’s actually a plane, that just last night, that star was them.