Coffee Dates Quotes

“No. I actually don’t know much about cars in general. But I saw an old Bel Air in a calendar once in our garage and have been a little obsessed with them ever since.” The response launches Thomas into a dissertation about classic cars, which I tune out as soon as I hear the word carburetor. Olivia hangs on his every word.”
― Megan Becker, Coffee Dates

“Inside, with my door closed and seatbelt buckled, I finally take a moment to read the waiting message: Thanks for the picture. Hopefully I don’t need the great big world. Looking for something closer to home. Still on for tonight?”
― Megan Becker, Coffee Dates

“I know you’re out there to discover yourself or whatever, but New York is not your home, Hillary. Lindsey is not your family. This new friend you’ve made is not your family. Your family is here—Stacy, your father, Nan, Pop…me.” I swallow hard, choking back the lump in my throat and the tears that come with it. “I just need time. I need to do this. For me.” It’s hard to confess my selfishness, which is on full display just by me staying a few months in New York, just like it was when I left my family to move off to college. She huffs on the other end of the line. “Just remember who you are. And who has always been there for you.” The alarm sounds on my phone and I start walking back to the inn. “I know you have been, Mom.” “I just don’t want you to change, sweetheart.” How do you tell the person who has raised you to be who you are that change is exactly what you need?”
― Megan Becker, Coffee Dates

“She rummages through her tote and pulls out a book—“Your new favorite contemporary romance,” claims the review scribbled across its orange cover—and flips it open to the bookmarked page. “Listen,” Lindsey says, holding her place with her index finger and lowering her sunglasses with her other hand to make direct eye contact with me, “I truly am very happy for you. You deserve this—to have someone worth dreaming about, to have dinners and walks through the park and late-night phone calls with someone who makes you feel special.” There’s an unspoken unlike Peter at the end of that sentence.”
― Megan Becker, Coffee Dates

“Scribbles and blank space. That’s all I’ve got. I’ve been in New York for more than five weeks and all I’ve managed to do is watch people, jot down notes, write a few free verse poems, gain five pounds, and develop a doozy of a one-way crush on Dalton. Even at almost thirty years old, just thinking about him has my skin about to break out with stress-acne that will rival the zits I dealt with all through ninth grade—the last time I was this boy-crazy.”
― Megan Becker, Coffee Dates

“Every time my phone buzzes, I scramble to see the newest notification. Every time, I’m disappointed. Then I’m frustrated with myself for being disappointed”
― Megan Becker, Coffee Dates

“So here I am, a stranger in a strange city, doing the thing that always grounds me and makes me feel good: holding an overpriced coffee that puts a smile on my face. And this time there’s no Peter, but there’s me, and I’m enough.”
― Megan Becker, Coffee Dates