So it's your death suit. Correct. Don't you have a death outfit? Yeah, I said. It's a dress I bought for my fifteenth birthday party. But I don't wear it on dates. His eyes lit up. We're on a date? he asked. I looked down, feeling bashful. Don't push it.
The Fault in Our Stars (ed. Penguin UK, 2012) - ISBN: 9780141345642