Status Updates From Drive (The Bittersweet Symp...

Elite microtrope: When he rests each of her shoes on his thigh so he can take them off for her.

“Anticipation, Stella. I’m game. I’ve already been waiting for months, what’s a few more? But we’re not stopping this. Because I’ll be damned if I let you forget that I’m waiting. I want you to get used to these hands, these arms. This lap. We’ll be around a while. If it happens, it will happen naturally.”

Me to me: Nate is not the guy Nate is not the guy Nate is not the guy— 🫠🫠

Nate definitely isn’t the guy BUT he did notice which Converse trainers were her favourite because that pair were the least worn. The tenderness of knowing.

“So it’s a sex thing?”
“No, it’s a Stella thing. I want to split a paper with you over breakfast. I want to find out what your favourite movie is. I want to know everything about you. And despite my best efforts, you’ve given me less than shit. I want you in a million different ways. But when you look at me like that, all I can think of is one.”

“You remember that seven minutes you saved me? I just wanted to spend them with you, Stella.”