“Yes, we might have just met. But since the moment we did, I had this feeling that you were someone special. I mean, who opens their home to a stranger? And gets her a Christmas tree because she’s never had one? Or gives up sleeping in their bed just in case their guest might wake up and be confused?” I shrug my shoulders, trying to play all of that off. “People do that all the time.” She shakes her head. “No, they don’t. At least, not the ones I know. Trent, I get why you think you’re not special. Because you’re using the generic definition. But let me tell you this, being special isn’t
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