For the first time in his career, Julian had nothing to say.
“There is no most important thing,” he snarled. “There’s only compatibility scores, shared trauma responses, and the sunk cost fallacy.” Romantic Killer
“Good,” Luna said, grabbing him by his soaked lapel and pulling him inside. “Because I’ve been dying to meet the man who’s brave enough to try.” For the first time in his career, Julian had nothing to say
“That’s my thing,” she replied. “Romance isn’t blindness, Julian. It’s hyper-awareness. I see the crack in your teacup, the way you breathe only through your left nostril when you lie, and the fact that you have a concealed tape recorder in your jacket pocket. Let me guess – you’re here to prove my love is a delusion?” “Because I’ve been dying to meet the man
He introduced a charming, handsome “old friend” (a professional actor) to flirt with her. Luna looked the actor up and down, yawned, and asked if he knew the difference between a raven and a crow. The actor did not. She turned back to Julian and whispered, “Your friend’s a dummy. You, however, are a very smart dummy.”