" To my left, a sheepish Sokolov looks at the shattered glass at his feet. He extends his hands, starfishing his fingers, and says, “I don’t know my strength.”

Violet comes up and pats him on the head. “Anyone would’ve made the same mistake. Come here and let me patch you up.”

Sokolov immediately brightens. “With kisses? "

― Ella Goode , Smooth Kisses