My Crush is Gay
“Would you like champagne, juice, or sparkling water?”
I glanced at Odell. Without looking at me, he casually requested sparkling water, as though this kind of service was completely normal to him. Still dazed by everything around me, I asked for juice, my voice coming out smaller than I intended.
As the attendant walked away, my emotions twisted into a knot.
Part of me felt hopeful, this was the first real step toward my dreams. But the other part of me, the part that had waited years to see him again, couldn’t ignore how distant he was.