Greg
I don’t know why, but I was nervous. Maybe because I didn’t know what to expect, and I definitely didn’t want to f**k anything up today. I tried not to think about the party she went to last night, or what she and Montez might have gotten up to. I ruthlessly pushed out any images of them kissing or f*****g as I lay in bed last night, just so I could get some sleep and not look like a disaster today.
I rounded the corner and saw her standing in front of her studio. She looked breathtaking. She wore a flowing, flowered skirt and a lavender top knotted in the front. She had slicked back her hair today. She looked beautiful.
I parked and hopped out before she could walk up and open the car door.
“Hi,” I said, walking up to her.
She gave me a smile.
“Hi.”
“Can I hug you?” I asked.
