Drop, Cover, and Hold On (The Improbable Meet-Cute, #4)

by Jasmine Guillory

“You’re from New York. Now everything makes sense. You New Yorkers spend all of your time complaining about not having your pizza and bagels and bodegas, or whatever, but apparently spend absolutely no time learning the basics about how to live in California! You were just standing there! Not moving! In an earthquake! And that was a big one!”

Of course. Obviously, she would be stuck inside of her favorite bakery, with no baked goods and the baker who hated her, right after a massive earthquake, on Valentine’s Day. Just her luck.

She sighed. “I know; it’s a real problem for me. You see, I have resting smile face.” He raised his eyebrows. “Resting . . . smile face?” She nodded. “Yeah. You’ve heard of resting bitch face, right? I would assume so—your picture is right next to the definition in the dictionary. Well, you see, I have resting smile face. It’s not my fault, I can’t help it. My face is just like this. People ask me for directions constantly. It’s not because I look like I know where I’m going, it’s because I look friendly.” “That’s probably because you are friendly,” he said.