“Do you always walk up to random girls and say stuff like that?” she asked, eyeing me like she was trying to figure out my angle. “Only the one I plan on marrying,” I said, dead serious. She finally laughed. Like a full-body, tilt-her-head-back-and-giggle kind of laugh. I felt that shit. Like an electric shock straight to my bloodstream. “There it is,” I murmured, feeling strangely satisfied. “There what is?” she asked, still smiling. “The first laugh. The first step toward our inevitable love story.”
