He was mine, and I was his. If I knew anything at all, it was that only those two things mattered.

I didn’t say you’re a bad person. I just don’t like being a foregone conclusion for the sole reason of having a vagina.”
-Abby to Travis

¡Llamaré a tu padre! -Y él probablemente me golpeará en el hombro y me dirá que ya era hora!

¿Qué estamos haciendo, Pidge? —Tú dímelo.

I was his exception, and as much as I had tried to fight my feelings, he was mine.

Travis: Happy anniversary,Pidge.

Abby: One down, forever to go.