It wasn't just the yogurt, of course. She lay in bed that night (alone, because she and Roy were fighting again), trying to add up all the little things that had led to her epiphany earlier that day. She'd begun calling it that sometime after lunch, after failing to come up with a reason not to.

Because it had been a realization. Somehow at that moment she had just known. And now she wasn't sure if it was the realization itself or the unmistakable, undeniable clarity of it that scared her most.

She liked him. She really... really... liked him.