“Dude, did you email her yet?" he asked trying to not sound too judgy but failing horribly. “No," I said flatly “No, I'm trying to find the right words," Quinn let out a sigh of relief. “What do you want to say?" he broke out a bag of skittles and started popping them into his mouth.
“I have been sitting here thinking about a million things I would love to say but my fingers and brain are not connected." I entered her email address over and over to make sure it was correct.
“Do you want any advice?" he asked clicking the candy against his teeth. “Sure. It can't hurt." I said watching the cursor blink on the screen. “Just act like you don't know it's her. You know that she knows your name and that you run a comic shop and come on Harvey isn't that common of a name after all. If it's her,
