Sir Snow considers what I’ve told him, leaning back in his chair and stroking his chin with one big hand. “You like them both?” he says.
“Yes. I can’t get them out of my head, either of them.” I sip on my cappuccino again. It’s still too hot. My tongue burns. I set it down, breathing in and trying to be patient. It’s been two days since my one night stand with Addie, three days since meeting Sidra. Sidra and I have been texting, and I got one email back from Addie. I really want to see her again. And Sidra. Both of them have been intoxicating, and I feel alive and invigorated. Crushes are fantastic.
It’s a crisp November California day, sunny and bright with a slight chill in the air. It rained last night, and the ground is still a little bit damp; water that we sorely need. The light is sideways and golden as it sets, that signature winter sunlight which illuminates all through the afternoon but disappears before dinner. I don’t like the winter, the cold, the darkness. At least it stays sunny here.
There’s a quirky smile on Sir Snow’s face. “I did have a hunch about Sidra,” he says, chuckling a little. “But I certainly didn’t anticipate this dilemma.”
“I know! I have felt like I have been scraping the bottom of the barrel for months, searching everywhere for dates. And suddenly I have two prospects? I feel like they must be too good...