I mean, the cliche kind, where you see someone, exchange glances and smiles and continue on your way. Only to find out that days later you will see this person again, and much more than just smiles are exchanged.
She had no faith in herself. Blomkvist lived in a world populated by people with respectable jobs, people with orderly lives and lots of grown-up points. His friends did things, went on TV, and shaped headlines. What do you need me for? Salander’s greatest fear, which was so huge and so black that it was of phobic proportions, was that people would laugh at her feelings. And all of the sudden all her carefully constructed self-confidence seemed to crumble.