Six months later…

Frida

My eyes scan the shelves after the food items written on my grocery list. I have a date tonight with a guy named Kevin, someone I’ve been talking with online for a few weeks now. He seems nice, but at the same time, I feel guilty for agreeing to cook dinner for him tonight.

The only reason I’m seeing Kevin is that he reminds me of the guy that I’m crushing on but who is entirely out of my league—Stanley, my best friend’s older brother.

A shudder passes ...