Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." — Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
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Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him."You looked like you needed some help."Hadley just stares at him."And this way it's perfectly legal," he adds with a grin.

— Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
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