NELLY BURST INTO ERIK’S shop and slapped her hands against the counter.
She yelled his name, holding tight to the iron bars in order to contain her enthusiasm.
The way Nelly felt, she could tear the metal straight from their holders and swing them overhead in victory.
“What? What’s wrong?” Erik came running from the back, his slippers smacking against the ground. He wore an undershirt that exposed his well-defined arms and his hair lay floppily on his forehead. “Where’s the fire?”
“Erik, Fiona Rocher left a comment on our video.”
“Which one? The first one or the skit we did last night?”
“The How We Met video,” Nelly said. “Isn’t it great?”
How We Met “That’s wonderful,” Erik said, his brown eyes crinkled and eventually disappeared with the force of his smile. “Wait… who is Ferrero R
