“What’s wild is that you knew,” he says suddenly. “From day one.” “I knew we’d make out behind my place of employment?” “You knew the universe wasn’t an asshole.” “Oh, no kidding. You know what day it is, right?” “Thursday? July—” He stops short. “Holy shit.” “To the day. You can’t tell me that’s not the universe.” “The fucking universe. Wow.” He lets out a laugh, short and breathless. I smile up at him smugly. “Guess we saw how it played out.” “We were a basic-bitch love story all along.”
