The Rom-Commers

by Katherine Center

“Credentials exist for a reason.” “Look, rom-coms are her specialty. They’re her whole thing. She can recite every line of When Harry Met Sally to you verbatim.” “Please don’t let her do that.”

“Sylvie, we are coworkers. Please do not mentally matchmake us.” “Too late,” Sylvie said.

Ugh. One of those unwelcome tears of mine spilled over. And Charlie, like a reflex, reached up and wiped it away. Like you might do for someone you cared about.

these doughnuts were so much more delicious than anything cooked by a man who thought you opened canned biscuits with a can opener had any right to be.

If this guy was a hillbilly—I looked around the room—at least we could all agree he was a hot hillbilly.

“They’re just not the kind of flowers you buy for yourself.” Charlie was quiet a second, and I realized he was suppressing a smile. “I’m glad I bought them for you, then.”

Did they have an Olympics for line dancing? Maybe I’d start one.

“Here’s another thing I accidentally figured out: happiness is always better with a little bit of sadness.”

There are endless human stories, but they all end the same way. So it can’t be where you’re going that matters. It has to be how you get there.