I was in the kissing booth. Rachel claims not to remember it, which I find to be a highly dubious claim. The only thing that I can presume is that at the time, my shoulder length flaxen locks had her so bewildered in a state of like, love tizzy, that the whole thing just seems like a vision from heaven.

Zoe and Wade belong together.
A brief visual summary.

there’s a thin line between hate and hot-for [x]