Anastasia
I stared at the golden apple in my hands, surprised by the literal and symbolic weight of the iconic item. It was funny how my whole world revolved around these and this was the first time I was actually in a position to hand one out.
Atticus appeared next to me, gesturing to the set. “Ready?”
“No.”
“Have you decided if you’re going to hand her the apple or not?” he inquired.
I shook my head curtly. “I don’t know yet. I had fun on our last date and we’re actually very compatible, I can see that without reading our match profiles. I can’t think of a good reason not to go on a second date with her.”
“Sounds like you’re overthinking this. If you had a good time, why not see where it goes?” my best friend asked kindly.
“That does make sense, doesn’t it?” I said, staring at the
