Darling
Morning arrives, and I'm floating. I can't wipe the smile off my face. Man, that guy sure knows how to kiss. The way he talked to the unbearable ones, he's definitely the dream man—he looked so handsome.
I'm in the kitchen of my house, lost in thought, staring at a spot.
"Did Superman bring you home last night?" My grandmother brings me back to earth.
I watch her with my eyebrows knitted.
"A very handsome young man, in a tuxedo that suited him very well, I'm sorry dear, you know I get up a lot at night. I saw him when you arrived." She smiles mischievously and serves me a cup of coffee.
I offer a faint smile without showing my teeth. Yes, he is definitely my Superman.
"He's a friend," I say, trying to sound natural. She's never seen me with any guy, and I don't know what wil
