She vaguely wondered how she would have finished that sentence. Before. It was an ambiguous ending that signified any number of things.

Like a dog chasing a car, Fatima had managed to catch one. She'd have to figure out what to do with it. But most of the things she was good at, she'd taught herself in one way or another. So she'd figure this one out too.

Or humiliate herself and hightail it back to LA. But she decided to take a page out of Auntie Diana's book and actually hope for the best for once. Who knew? It could happen. Millions of bad sitcoms and rom coms had taught her that, certainly.

She returned the kiss, tentative at first, but with increasing intensity.

Here goes, she thought to herself.

But here goes...what?