"I don't know!" Ylva says, half a wail. "I mean, I like him, he's very nice, but I hardly know him, and I never feel like that about someone right away, you know I don't. I have no idea if he likes me that way. He hasn't said anything. I don't think."

Did she miss some flirting? She's going to have to replay every part of that conversation and wonder about it, now. But the fingers in her hair are reassuring and calming, and she gives a shaky sigh.

"I thought -- I thought that I must have been doing something wrong this whole time."