He wasn't exactly ready to think of himself as lucky, but he was also not going to argue about it. It was reality--for now, why didn't matter. He'd never been all that good at philosophy, anyway.

"So here's the part," he said, "where I admit... I have no idea what comes next." He meant, of course, that he wasn't sure where to take this newfound connection, and more immediately, what the next move was beyond just standing staring at each other. But after a moment, he realizes how that might have sounded and a pinkness creeps up his roughened cheeks. "I mean... for us. No, I mean... for the day?"