Ellen POV
I smiled at a question that I should have predicted beforehand. Billie's purpose in coming to Poland's house was to get to know me. Should I give myself a chance?
I don't know. I felt confused. A part of me didn't want to meet any man yet. But I also want to fall in love again.
"Sure," I replied. "Give me your phone number."
I handed Billie my phone. She quickly typed in her number.
"I'll wait for you," Billie said.
Billie was charming. His skin was fair, his hair was short blonde, and his face looked masculine.
"I hope we can talk about many things," I said.
Suddenly, Billie pecked my cheek. He looked shy after doing so. I felt the same way. For the first time in seven years, a guy kissed me. Even if it was just on the cheek.
"I am sorry," Billie said. "I'm actually a b
