You know, that moment when you take the new squeeze out and all your friends come to inspect the goods? And there’s always that one friend that feels that they have to make sure of the new squeeze’s intentions, like it was the 1850’s and you’re some virginal young thing without a brain cell...
Oops! I almost forgot! I’ve had my head down, added 4000 words today (We’re past 80,000 now), and only just realized what time it was. Slightly longer section this week. We meet Michael again, and one of Ross’ coworkers, Marie. “Is that him? He’s cute.” Marie nodded at the big glass doors, where Ross...