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“It’s weird, how you have no idea how far you’ve come until suddenly you can’t find the way back.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“You know, for someone named Pepper, you're pretty salty about losing.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“There’s a ghost of a smirk on Pepper’s face, but she’s so close, I can hear it more than I can see it. “Pepper and Jack,â€� she corrects me. Then her eyes light up. “Pepperjack.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“Are you a witch?â€� I ask, reaching in and taking a bite of one. It’s like Monster Cake, the Sequel—freaking Christmas in my mouth. I already want more before I’ve even managed to chew.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“Oh, good. I was worried I'd killed your last brain cell, but you seem okay."
"Hey. Jinx means you're not allowed to talk. Did you have a childhood?"
"I actually came out of the womb a Twitter bot."
"Must have been one heck of a shock for your parents."
"Yeah, but at least there weren't two of me."
"When you're this good-looking, it only makes sense to have a spare.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“Bluebird
Even though you have not made a cupcake locating app yet, which to me is a clear sign of disrespect for the institution of dessert

Wolf
Shit. Am I gonna wake up tonight with Cookie Monster two inches from my face holding a knife?

Bluebird
Sleep with one eye open”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“My staged food pictures put Martha Stewart to shame."
"Yeah? Well, people are too busy actually eating our food to 'gram it, so.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“Either because of Jack's awkward charm or because the two of us make quite the pathetic pair, the bus driver rolls her eyes and opens the door. We're still stumbling as we pile on, trying and failing not to crash into each other as the bus starts back up again, until Jack practically falls half into my lap when we finally find two spare seats.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“Patricia?"
I lean in close to him while the coordinator's still out of earshot. "Utter that name one more time and you're dead meat, Campbell."
The grin is slower and softer than I've ever seen it, and this time more than a half. He nods at me, somehow both impetuous and sweet at the same time, and says my name the way I've never heard it before. "Patricia."
My heart stutters under his eyes, cuts me off before I can even think of something to retort.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“Jactricia," I snicker, before I even realize what I'm saying--- and then we're both red in the face, because it's the first time we've mutually acknowledged the extreme awkwardness that is strangers actually, legitimately shipping us online.
Pepper clears her throat. "Well, obviously, we need to petition for a better ship name."
Some of the awkwardness diffuses, but the tension is still there, tight like a coil between us.
"Jepper? Pack?"
"Pass," she says, nudging me with her elbow again---and then something shifts. The apartment is eerily still, with the same kind of quiet there was in the pool the other day, where you're not sure if it's actually quiet or if the rest of the world's sounds just don't apply to you anymore.
"Maybe just Jack and Pepper, then," I concede.
There's a ghost of a smirk on Pepper's face, but she's so close, I can hear it more than I can see it. "Pepper and Jack," she corrects me. Then her eyes light up. "Pepperjack."
It's ridiculous, but the word is like a key turning into a lock. And then impossibly, even though some part of me knew it would happen the moment I saw Pepper walk out of the subway, we lean in and our lips touch and we're kissing on my couch.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“Please, I could take you in a race in a heartbeat."
She laughs out loud. "Wanna bet?"
"Sure. Let's go."
She follows my eyeline to the edge of the pool like she might actually race me, but then I reach forward and tug her cap off her head in one swift motion, her blonde hair spilling into the pool in wet tangles around her face and shoulders.
"Foul!" Pepper crows, yanking it back from me.
"You know, for someone named Pepper, you're pretty salty about losing."
She groans at my pun as she shoves her hair back into the cap, but then counters, "For someone named Jack, you're pretty bad at knowing when to hit the road."
"Wow, Burger Princess, sick burn."
And damn if she hasn't gone and done it again--- distracted me right at a peak moment for me to most fully make an ass of myself. The soccer ball is sailing over our heads, and Pepper's already plowing through the water with the focus of a shark, halfway to where it's about to smack into no man's land.
Not on my watch.
I reach out and grab her ankle and yank her back the way she's done to me too many times to count, but unlike me, she seems to be expecting it--- expecting it so readily, she snaps her body through the water like a rubber band, using me as an anchor for momentum, and before I know it, she's got a palm squarely on top of my head and is dunking my entire body underwater.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“And to really make it fair--- we'll ask them not to say which grilled cheese is which."
"Won't it be obvious when yours looks like flash-frozen garbage someone stuck in the microwave?”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“An hour and a half later, we are the proud parents of two massive sheets of Monster Cake, some impressive concoction called Unicorn Ice Cream Bread, three dozen Kitchen Sink Macaroons, peanut-butter-and-jelly cupcakes, a three-layer Paige creation dubbed Sex-Positve Brownies ("Slutty Brownies," Pepper explained, "but Paige took a course on feminism and sex work, so."), an ungodly amount of banana pudding, and a bunch of misshapen cake balls we rolled around in melted chocolate and stuck in the fridge.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“It’s weird, how you have no idea how far you’ve come until suddenly you can’t find the way back.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“You can't just casually tell someone you carry caramel sauce around and walk away like that's a normal thing!”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute