Just a few short weeks ago, the elegant man with short, salt and pepper hair who opened the door of his Audi to let me out had me begging to be spared from a cruel snowballing. I’m still surprised that I managed to keep a straight face as we say our goodbyes.
“I’m so happy that we get along well, Lauryn,” says James, giving me a big smile and placing a light kiss on my fingers.
Thank goodness people cannot read the minds of others. But this man is too good to look at, and talking with him is so pleasant.
“Goodbye, James.”
He frees my hand and goes back to sit in the driver’s seat.
I rush into the street. I have exactly one hour to shower, change, and get to my mom’s house on time. She’s making her famous meat pasties. Over a cup of tea, I’m going to tell her the big news.
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