*Asher*

Ophelia texts me a few days later. She wanted to handle our plans for the date. “I’m not letting you wine and dine me; that’s not who I am,” she had said to me on the phone. “If we’re going on a date, I’m making the plans.”

I have no issue with this. The fact she’s giving me a chance is all I’d wanted. Our game against the Chefs was a beatdown. We were on our game. Mark and I couldn’t help but scream in celebration after the fourth quarter ...