Fred kisses him back, right there in the middle of the diner, because it feels right and she's not sure why. But there's something ridiculously familiar about all of this. Suddenly she's somewhere she barely remembers, sitting on a floor surrounded by books, and he's there, just like this.

Maybe she's going crazy.

But when she pulls away, her heart is racing and her face feels flushed and hot.

"That wasn't the first time we've done that," she says, and it's not a question. She's sure that wasn't the first time. Somehow.