ANNA
I STOOD in my undies in front of my closet mirror in my room, trying to find the reason why Lanz still wanted to go out with me. Or why he even noticed me in the first place.
It wasn’t the worn-out waitress uniform or a hose that had a run along the calf the day we first met, of course. My body had good shape, but not extraordinary and certainly not the body of the most desirable woman on this earth. I guess, my face was okay… but not enough for someone like him to watch me as if I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. In the days since we started dating, I tried to find any indication that he was faking it, but even that was hard to explain. Buying the café from its grateful owner for me was a shock, but my friends had been telling me that’s how filthy rich people show lov
