I think the most important thing I learned while reading this book is how deeply I loathe miscommunication trope. This entire book would have been spared if either of the main characters, as part of their theoretical separate growth journeys, and considered being brave and vulnerable to the other and saying "I still have feelings for you, it's okay if you don't feel the same because I'd rather continue rebuilding our friendship than nothing and I'm enough of an adult now to manage my own shtick if you don't feel the same way." Instead there were just hundreds of pages of incorrect assumptions and angsty pining. No thank you. The book was way too long, and utterly entirely predictable. Obviously, romance as a genre tends to be fairly predictable in that you know it will almost certainly have a happy ending. I contrast that with how I felt reading One Last Stop, the only Casey McQuiston book I marginally enjoyed (I think this will be my last one), and I genuinely had no idea how they were going to manage to end up together at the end. But with this it felt like every single plot beat was telegraphed and nothing at all took me by surprise. Boring and uninspiring, I don't know why I bothered finishing it.