Sitting on Noel's sofa, I await the reactions of my three friends sat opposite me. I had just told them everything.
“Why don't you listen to what he has to say? Does he have a small d**k?”
“Noel!” we exclaim in a choir.
She raises her hands in surrender but keeps pacing in her living room.
“I'm not kidding, girls, okay? Harper, I looked at you with this guy: you were glowing.”
“He's a liar, how should I react?”
“Why didn't he tell her who he was from day one?” says Penny.
“And how did he find her, if she didn't tell him where she lived? He may be a sicko,” adds Maria.
I sink into the soft sofa and finish my beer. Friends are cool, but sometimes they don't really help; they practically ask the same questions as me.
“Anyway, I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye,” I continue
