I knew I should have responded to Julian but I was seriously too busy freaking the f**k out.
He knew what I look like. That was bad. So very bad. Why exactly this was bad, I was not sure. But the black hole feeling in my stomach was telling me so.
He thinks I'm beautiful, a much more calmer part of me thought blissfully. Without make-up. Yes, okay, that I was very happy about. But it was still bad...right?
Gnawing on my bottom lip, I tried to think clearly. So what if he knows what I looked like? It wasn't like he could track me down with just an image. I mean, yeah, okay, he also knew my first name but I didn't have any kind of social media so good luck there, buddy!
Come on, really, Sara?
I shook my head at myself. I knew Julian wouldn't do anything like that. I was just freaki
