Choosing You
“I don’t know. Something fun. Wild. And totally unlike me. You know? Shake things up.”
I’m pumped, fired up to think of something, even while worrying deep down that I might back out. My idea of wild and fun is wearing my smiley face underwear, with purple socks on a Tuesday. Well, maybe not that. But the point is, I don’t do wild and fun. I never know where to begin. Then Sabrina’s face comes into view, a devious smile stretching across it.
“I might have something,” she says. “When I went to the bathroom, this guy…”