“I know how this looks. It looks like we’re bantering, like sparks are flying between us like in witty, old romantic comedies. It looks like the start of something. But I promise you, there are no sparks. Nothing here is on fire. Archibald chuckles. “Well, Evie, this is our grandson, Xavier.” “It’s just X, Gramps,” X says. He gives Maggie a hug.”

“I know how this looks. It looks like we’re bantering, like sparks are flying between us like in witty, old romantic comedies. It looks like the start of something. But I promise you, there are no sparks. Nothing here is on fire. Archibald chuckles. “Well, Evie, this is our grandson, Xavier.” “It’s just X, Gramps,” X says. He gives Maggie a hug.”

— Nicola Yoon