London“I’m so happy that I want to break into song, like a princess in a Disney movie, but I won’t. That’d be weird.”
—London Wright
The hot summer sun is beating down on my neck, causing me to sweat before I’ve even done anything. That, paired with the cheesy grin across Loïc’s face, is really annoying me. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” he teases as he stands on one foot. His right leg is bent at the knee as he pulls his foot behind his a*s in some sort of stretch.
“Like I’m stupid.” I attempt to imitate his stretch, but I think better of it, as I’m sure I’d fall on my a*s instead of balancing on one foot the way he is. Instead, I bend at the waist and touch my toes with both feet firmly planted on the ground.
“I’m not,” he disagrees. “I don’t think you’re stupid at all
