It doesn't matter how perfect his restaurant selection is or how well dressed he is. If we laugh at something silly, make up our own jokes, and completely forget to look at our watches—that's it, the evening is a success.

I generally love it when a slight feeling of "we're a little crazy" develops between people.

When you can suddenly take a wrong turn, order a weird dessert, argue about music, and five minutes later you're already discussing where we'll go next summer.

I think it's from little things like these that attraction develops.

Not from the right answers and trying to seem better than you are.

But from the moment when the person in front of you suddenly stops being a stranger.

And you think, "Oh. I think this could be interesting."

That's the feeling I love most. ❤️