“Zero chance of Austen ever talking to her again. One hell of a kiss they'd share. Two fortune cookies they'd had for dessert. Getting just three hours of sleep the night Austen had stayed over, lying awake, trying to figure out how to tell her who she was. Four hours of waiting in the ER until someone had finally looked at the cut on her forehead. The five points of the star that had crashed down on her. Six years had gone by since she'd last been so interested in someone. It would take more than the Seven Wonders of the World for Austen to forgive her and become her friend, let alone more. Eight stitches in her forehead that would forever make her remember their first meeting.”
Book:Under a Falling Star