“I don’t know,” he said. “I mean, I feel like we’re supposed to meet the person we’re supposed to be with in college or before we’re 22, you know?”
“How did your parents meet?”
“They met at a bar.”
“So not in college?”
“No, they were 24 and 25 and they basically hate each other.”
“I’m sorry,” said Sara.
“Hopefully they get a divorce or something.”
“So, you just want to be friends?”
“Uh, yeah, we can be friends.”
“Okay.”
“I think you’re like really cool, and I like talking to you.”