Wil: So… how come we never met before now?
Vivian: We did meet. Nineteen years ago. I was 8, you were 9. Outside the temple.
Wil: I don’t remember.
Vivian: The Wong boys were taunting me about my parents’ divorce. You beat the crap out of them. You were wearing a Kristy McNichol T-shirt, tan cords and a pageboy. You spiled your mom’s groceries. We scooped them into a bag.
Wil: That’s right! And then…
Vivian: And then I kissed you on the nose… and you ran.


