With that, the stranger held his novel up for me to see the cover. Mythago Wood. My mouth dropped open. For real, it dropped open. He’d picked up the very same novel I’d been reading. I held up my cover right back. Lavondyss. The very same novel he’d mentioned. His mouth didn’t drop open, but he was shocked too. I could see it in his eyes. I smiled, and blushed, and looked down at my lap, and it was stupid. A doofus move on my part, because with that he looked right down at his. And we were done.
