" Wes stares at Annie for a full five seconds, and says, “Oh Jesus Christ, I’m in love with you.” Annie blinks. “Can you say that without looking like you’re gonna throw up?” “I’m—uh—” He visibly gulps down whatever else he was going to say. “Actually, yeah, I am. Yeah. In love with you.” “Look, I am very happy for both of you,” August says, “but we are on a clock here—” “Right,” Annie says. She smiles. She’s a supernova. “Right,” Wes says. Neither of them is even pretending to look at August. “I’m gonna kiss you,” Annie says to Wes. “And then I’m gonna go serve some pancakes to some drunks, and you can tell me why later.” “Okay,” Wes says. They kiss. And August runs. "

― Casey McQuiston , One Last Stop