An invisible string—a thin, swirling piece of destiny—follows us all around and connects us with the people meant to be in our lives. I don’t just believe this because Taylor Swift told me it was true.
A girl from Seattle walks into a coffee shop at 6 in the morning and sees a girl wearing the exact same shirt as her, a white mock neck. It’s far too early for either of them to be awake, but they each couldn’t have existed without an iced latte. The other girl is with two friends, one in a blazer and the other still in pajamas. When they both walk into an orientation for a job with 400 new people, they’re seated at the same table made up of only 8. Out of 52 options, they’re assigned to the same school, both having made the decision last minute. Both just moved to the same neighborhood, their new apartments a straight line exactly to the other. Poor navigational skills, but high emotional intelligence. That’s probably why it took them 23 years to find each other.
Three roommates—big readers, addicted to color, and the Trader Joe’s frozen food section. Two English majors, both middle children who want to write a book. Two coworkers who share the same work allies and love for publishing. On a Friday night, they go their separate ways. The two English majors get dinner with one of their sorority bigs. At midnight, one gets off the subway just as the other two ask her to grab a nightcap at the bar near their apartment. The bar is empty except for the glowing lights cast on the live jazz band. On the way home, they pick up snacks—one sweet and one salty.
A freshman who has no idea who she is goes to a backyard party and meets two roommates a red-hed and a brunette. The next day, she gets brunch with the red-haired girl from the pair. One day, the red-haired girl invites the freshman to her apartment to hang out, and she sees the brunette again. The rest of the year, the brunette and the freshman are in many of the same classes. They join the same sorority.
A 20-year-old girl picks her close friend as her sorority big. The big is going to take a twin. “She’s really cool,” the big tells the girl. The girl meets her twin for the first time the night of Big-Little, both dressed in Canadian Tuxedos. One is very put together, the other not quite. Turns out, they both think that the most niche internet references are peak comedy—a shared sense of humor and shared lineage.
On the first day of her new job, Alex leaves the apartment she shares with her roommates, Annie and Anjali. Alex wears a white mock neck shirt and Gen wears a blazer. They meet at a coffee shop. The roommate of the red-haired girl, Maggie, is in pajamas.
A girl from Seattle walks in.
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