I mean, sure, he was looking at me with something akin to interest, but that was probably just curiosity because he thinks I’m sleeping with his sister’s husband. But even without that, men that look like literal kings don’t often go for the awkward, chubby girls, with paint-stained fingertips, who drive minivans.
Speaking of… I glance down the street at my pretty blue van and groan.
It wasn’t until my Uber ride over here that I realized I didn’t have my keys in my purse. And since I obviously had them to get here, they must be inside Lee’s apartment. I wasn’t in there long, but I remember my little purse tipping over on his counter while I was preoccupied trying not to drop the lasagna––oh the irony––so they must’ve fallen out then.
If it was just my car key fob, I’d abandon it. I have
