Cath couldn't stop thinking about Levi and his ten thousand smiles.
This is why I can't be with Levi. Because I'm the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight-and Levi can't even read.
Levi was smiling. He kicked her chair again.
I belong to the tribe of Levi.
She didn't have words for what Levi was. He was a cave painting. He was The Red Ballon. She lifted her heels and pulled him forward until his face was so close, she could look at only one of his eyes at a time. "You're magic," she said.
You're not the ugly one. Levi Grinned. You're just the Clark Kent. . . . . . Will you warn me when you take off your glasses?
I miss you. " "That's stupid," she said. "I saw you this morning. " "It's not the time," Levi said, and she could hear that he was smiling. " It's the distance.
Maybe we should go on lots of double dates,” Cath said, “and then we can get married on the same day in a double ceremony, in matching dresses, and the four of us will light the unity candle all at the same time. ” “Pfft,” Levi said, “I’m picking out my own dress.
