Isaac
I was in the studio trying to dodge an eye-pencil (seriously?) which you would have thought was a dagger by the way the makeup artist was brandishing it when Sarah ran in screaming.
“Guess what, guess what, guess what?”
I couldn’t help it, but this was the only time - since she tried to make out with me in second grade - that she had more energy then I did.
“The 5th dentist caved and now they're all recommending Trident?!?!”
As I expected, she glared at me and continued.
“George knows I exist, we officially met!”
I struggled to keep from rolling my eyes, because the minor accomplishment was huge for her.
“Okay, what happened?” I offered for a lead.
As I expected she started talking faster then I could blink,
“Yesterday he spilled coffee on me, today he introduced himself and we talked!”
I held up his hand trying to give myself a moment to process, and breathe.
“When he introduced himself, what did you say?” I asked, knowing what the answer wasn't.
“Bella Swan!”
Classic Sarah, make the guy you love work for it.
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