Amy
There were thirty-three days until graduation.
Not that I was counting.
Much.
Okay.
Maybe a little.
The number stared back at me from the planner on my desk.
A reminder that everything was changing.
Again.
Graduation.
A possible full-time position.
A future I couldn't quite picture yet.
And somehow...
The thing occupying the most space in my mind wasn't any of those things.
It was a man I had never met.
A man who knew my favorite coffee.
My worst fears.
My tendency to overthink absolutely everything.
A man who hid behind a screen name.
I stared at my phone.
Then immediately set it face down.
This was getting ridiculous.
"You're smiling."
I looked up.
Grace stood beside my desk.
Holding a folder.
Looking entirely too pleased with herself.
"I'm working."
"You
