Six months later…
Frida
My eyes scan the shelves after the food items written on my grocery list. I have a date tonight with a guy named Kevin, someone I’ve been talking with online for a few weeks now. He seems nice, but at the same time, I feel guilty for agreeing to cook dinner for him tonight.
The only reason I’m seeing Kevin is that he reminds me of the guy that I’m crushing on but who is entirely out of my league—Stanley, my best friend’s older brother.
A shudder passes through me as an image of Stanley’s winning smile flashes through my head. That guy is truly too attractive for his own good: brown hair that is longer at the top and shorter on the sides, clean-shaven, blue eyes, and a sexy happy trail leading down from his navel. He is addicted to squirrels, and whenever he feel
