For a moment, she thought he had written a date far in the future. Then she remembered he was European.

It had been this way since the start—she had not expected there to be so many ways in which she would have to reset her thinking just to align their cultures. *Perhaps I’m naive*, she told her friend. *I just thought he would be like all the other guys, but with an accent*.

Her friend laughed, then chuckled a bit more gently. *It’s not so important that he give you what you expect*, the friend said. *It’s far more important that he give you what you need*.