“She looked up at him—and, for a moment, everything changed, as if in a twinkling of an eye. Now, here—wherever here was, whatever this moment meant, whichever timeline it appeared in no longer mattered—a church bell had gone off in some distant tower, having ushered in a new age. “You,” he whispered, his eyes wide with excitement. “I’ve been thinking about you.” “Me too,” she said, her voice weighed by the romantic.”
Book:Of All Things Sacred