What’s wrong with Starbucks?"
“It's a big, faceless corporation.” He raised a good-natured brow. “So far, they've let me keep my face.

-Te echo de menos.
-Vaya tontería. Nos hemos visto esta mañana.
-No es cuestión de tiempo, sino de distancia.

I don't live to amuse you, you know."
"One, are you sure? Because you do. And two, we don't make fun of you. Very much. Anymore. And three...

Are you meeting people?"
Yeah, she thought, you people.
"Not intentionally," she said.

Le gustaba mirarlo. Le gustaba escucharlo; aunque a veces detestaba oírlo hablar con otras personas. Odiaba verlo repartir sonrisas a diestra y siniestra como si le sobraran, como si nunca se le agotaran. Hacía que todo pareciera tan fácil...

I mean..." Levi leaned forward, hands still fisted in his pockets. "I mean, I spent four months trying to kiss you and the last six weeks trying to figure out how I managed to fuck everything up. All I want now is to make it right, to make you see how sorry I am and why you should give me another chance. And I just want to know - are you rooting for me? Are you hoping I pull this off?"
Cath's eyes settled on his, tentatively, like they'd fly away if he moved.
She nodded her head.
The right side of his mouth pulled up.
"I'm rooting for you", she whispered.
She wasn't even sure he could hear from the bed.
Levi's smile broke free and devoured his whole face.
It started to devour her face, too.
Cath had to look away.