Maisie

“Wes whips around, and there is Isaiah, makeup done, wearing a vibrant fuschia scarf around his head and laughing with a couple in matching Pilgrim costumes. He glances over, and August knows the second his eyes lock on Wes’s, because it’s the second Wes starts trying to climb under the table. “Absolutely not, bruh,” Myla says, throwing a kick. “Stand and face love.”
― Casey McQuiston, One Last Stop

“Wes stares at Annie for a full five seconds, and says, “Oh Jesus Christ, I’m in love with you.” Annie blinks. “Can you say that without looking like you’re gonna throw up?” “I’m—uh—” He visibly gulps down whatever else he was going to say. “Actually, yeah, I am. Yeah. In love with you.” “Look, I am very happy for both of you,” August says, “but we are on a clock here—” “Right,” Annie says. She smiles. She’s a supernova. “Right,” Wes says. Neither of them is even pretending to look at August. “I’m gonna kiss you,” Annie says to Wes. “And then I’m gonna go serve some pancakes to some drunks, and you can tell me why later.” “Okay,” Wes says. They kiss. And August runs.”
― Casey McQuiston, One Last Stop

“Niko, everything I’m about to say to this guy is a complete and total lie, and I love you and will marry you and adopt a hundred three-eyed ravens or whatever it is your weird ass wants instead of kids,” she mutters. “I know,” Niko says back. “Did you just propose to me?” “Oh shit, I guess I did?” Myla opens the door and shoves Gabe through it. “I’m so mad at you,” Niko says. “I already have a ring at home.”
― Casey McQuiston, One Last Stop

“She could say she had a headache. Or she was feeling faint. No one seemed to ask too many questions about a woman feeling faint, nor about the broader cultural phenomenon of an entire society of women who seemed to swoon en masse.”
― Dana Schwartz, Anatomy: A Love Story