A teen tries to save her quickly gentrifying neighborhood—and make her cynical partner in festival-planning believe in love—in this “sweet, feel-good” ( School Library Journal , starred review) opposites-attract romance perfect for fans of Lynn Painter and Sandhya Menon. Sana Merali is a certified hopeless romantic. It’s inevitable when she literally lives on Love Street, a cute side-street full of mom-and-pop shops and cozy apartments. With her florist mother, her part-time job at a vintage shop, and her adorably curated wardrobe, Sana knows she’s what meet-cutes are made of—and it’s only a matter of time until her own HEA. When the neighborhood is threatened by new developments, however, her plans for love get pushed to the backburner as she and her neighbors rally to host a festival that will finally put the neighborhood on everyone’s radar. Because what better way to get people to fall in love with Love Street? Unfortunately, Miles Desai is also on the planning committee. Miles is contrary, judgmental, and…anti-romance. His hard stance on love inspires Sana with another goal for the summer: to matchmake Miles and knock the cynicism right out of him. But as her set-up for Miles starts to actually work, Sana realizes that happily-ever-afters, for herself and for her street, aren’t that easy to come by. Praise for Meet Me on Love Street * “Readers will delight in the classic grumpy-sunshine dynamic, making this a perfect read for young romance fans who crave a sweet, feel-good story with a satisfying conclusion…With its charming premise, lovable characters, and heartfelt themes, this book is a must-have for any romance collection.” —School Library Journal , starred review “This is a sweet, slow-burn romance with layered and engaging characters…An appealing story of love and longing—with a side of urban planning.” —Kirkus Reviews Farah Heron is the critically acclaimed author of romantic comedies for adults and young adults filled with huge South Asian families, delectable food, and, most importantly, brown people falling stupidly in love. She lives in Toronto with her husband and two teens, plus two cats who rule the house. Please visit FarahHeron.com for more information. Chapter One: The Velvet Fortune Cookie CHAPTER ONE THE VELVET FORTUNE COOKIE My name is Sana Merali, and I am a self-identifying, card-carrying, cheese-loving, hopeless romantic. I’m actually quite hopelessly hopeless. There’s nothing in the world I love more than love. Reading about love. Talking about love. Seeing people in love. I even love helping people fall in love. I’m a total romance girlie, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. It’s inevitable that I would turn out this way because I literally live on Love Street, a quiet side street in east Toronto. I technically didn’t grow up here—Mom bought Morgan Ashton Flowers and the apartment over it after my parents divorced when I was nine—but I spent my formative years on Love Street. And I’ve been a superfan of everything love and romance since I first set up my bedroom. I painted the walls pink and covered them with hand-painted hearts and rainbows. I threw out my chapter books and switched to YA romance. I plastered my walls with pictures of couples from my favorite movies and TV shows. To this day I have a two-book-a-week romance novel habit, and I watch holiday rom-coms year-round. Seriously . I freaking adore love. And that’s why I was happier than a raccoon on trash day when Priya, my ex-girlfriend, told me today that she couldn’t go to prom with me anymore because she’d fallen in love. “She’s so smitten!” I tell my friend Cara. We’re at Cosmic Vintage, the store where Cara and I work part-time. This job is perfect for me because not only do I almost exclusively wear vintage, but it’s also on Love Street, right across from Mom’s flower shop. “I don’t know why I didn’t see it before, but Priya and Amber are made for each other. Somehow they hadn’t even met until I introduced them last week!” “You introduced them?” Cara asked. “That’s odd. She’s literally your ex. Now you don’t have a prom date.” Cara is standing behind the counter with me, helping me sort through donations for Cosmic Vintage’s annual prom drive. The store partners with a local youth drop-in center to donate prom clothes to kids who need them. It’s my favorite thing to do at the store because going through other people’s prom memories feels like getting a peek into their happiness. Cara pulls a pale blue off-the-shoulder tulle gown out of a garment bag. It looks a lot like my prom dress, except mine is dusty rose. I run my hand over the cloud-like fabric. “Prom is weeks away. That’s plenty of time for me to find a new prom date.” Cara wrinkles her nose. “I still think it’s bad planning to set up your prom date with someone else. Even if you two are only friends now.” I shrug. Priya and I broke up four weeks ago, after being together for four months. I liked Priy