“If you come, I promise not to scream your name and run into you, like I've done twice already," she said. "Think about it." "I don't know, that's a nice way to be greeted." "You say that now, but wait until I do it to you in public." He stared at her before saying, "You're exactly how I imagined you." "Thank you," she said, delighted with the idea of him imagining anything about her. But then, "Wait. Was that a compliment?" "Yes," he said, "it was a compliment.”
Book:Other Birds
