I was speaking to a nice guy. I think his name was Justin. He actually approached me first. I could tell he was gay, and I tried telling that I didn't swing that way. Not that I have a problem with him being gay, I'm just not gay myself. After I told him that I'm not gay, he still didn't leave me alone. When I asked him why, his response was that I looked unapproachable and like I needed a friend. I guess he had a point. He had just finished a joke when the most intoxicating scent of lavender and vanilla hit me. Trent started howling. I looked up. Oh hell. This was her; the girl my brother was telling me about. Long brown hair and brown eyes and tall. Justin called her over; her eyes sparkled with happiness when she walked over. Justin introduced us. "Tessa!" Justin squealed. "You gott
