Frida
I am waiting for Stanley anxiously.
Part of me is wondering if he meant everything he said to me the other day and if he actually has feelings for me. What if he only says those things to seduce me?
No, I don’t really believe that. Stanley is a good person, no matter what I thought of him in the past.
He asked me to wait for him, so I did. As I wait for Stanley, I fidget with my hair, trying to calm myself down. My mind races with thoughts of what could happen between us. The way he looked at me that day made me feel something different, something that I had never felt before. But what if it’s all just in my head?
Suddenly, I hear a knock at the door and my heart races. I take a deep breath before opening it, and there he is, standing in front of me, looking as handsome as ever.
