My Girlfriend's Dad Lives in Fairyland
"Wow, this woman is something else. She's sending you daily work logs."
"What work logs?" I flipped my phone face down.
"Think about your exes. When you broke up, didn't they either stalk you or vanish off the face of the earth?" Connor leaned against my desk, counting on his fingers.
"But this one is practically giving you daily progress updates like she's writing weekly reports. I think she's genuinely changing."
I didn't reply.
But that night, when Alicia sent a new text, I added a few extra words to my response. "Good job today."