Stephanie Perkins Quote
See that guy over there? I nod toward a man in jean shorts and a Budweiser T-shirt. Am that obvious?St. Clair squints at him. Obviously what? Balding? Overweight? Tasteless?American.He sighs melodramtically. Honestly, Anna. You must get over this.I just don't want to offend anyone. I hear they offend easily.You're not offending anyone except me right now.What about her? I point to a middle-aged woman in khaki shorts and a knit top with stars and stripes on it.She has a camera strapped to her belt and is arguing with a man in a bucket hat. Her husband,I suppose.Completely offensive.I mean,am I as obvious as her?Considering she's wearing the I'd venture a no on that one. He bites his thumbnail. Listen.I think I have a solution to your problem, but you'll have to wait for it. Just promise you'll stop asking me to compare you to fifty-year-old women,and I'll take care of everything.How? With what? A French passport?He snorts. I didn't say I'd make you French. I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off. Deal?Deal, I say uncomfortably. I don't care for surprises. But it better be good.Oh,it's good. And St. Clair looks so smug that I'm about to call him on it, when I realize I can't see our school anymore.I don't believe it.He's completely distracted me.
See that guy over there? I nod toward a man in jean shorts and a Budweiser T-shirt. Am that obvious?St. Clair squints at him. Obviously what? Balding? Overweight? Tasteless?American.He sighs melodramtically. Honestly, Anna. You must get over this.I just don't want to offend anyone. I hear they offend easily.You're not offending anyone except me right now.What about her? I point to a middle-aged woman in khaki shorts and a knit top with stars and stripes on it.She has a camera strapped to her belt and is arguing with a man in a bucket hat. Her husband,I suppose.Completely offensive.I mean,am I as obvious as her?Considering she's wearing the I'd venture a no on that one. He bites his thumbnail. Listen.I think I have a solution to your problem, but you'll have to wait for it. Just promise you'll stop asking me to compare you to fifty-year-old women,and I'll take care of everything.How? With what? A French passport?He snorts. I didn't say I'd make you French. I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off. Deal?Deal, I say uncomfortably. I don't care for surprises. But it better be good.Oh,it's good. And St. Clair looks so smug that I'm about to call him on it, when I realize I can't see our school anymore.I don't believe it.He's completely distracted me.