“I recently read an article that said there were thirty-six questions you could ask a date that lead to falling in love. Most of them are boring, though, so I’ll only be asking you four.” “Are you trying to fall in love with me?” Fab laughed. “Before we even order our drinks?” “Come. Your profile implies that you enjoy math. Four is only one-ninth of thirty-six. That’s only a little bit!” Likotsi lifted one shoulder in a move too smooth and refined to be called a shrug. “I’m trying to fall a little bit in love with you.”
