<Hey>
It can’t be.
Brock Hudson.
BROCK HUDSON TEXTED.
Gotta keep my composure.
I text. Play it cool. Don’t go crazy on emojis just yet.
<Dis Liz?>
<Yes> I text.
What does this
FINE hunk of man meat want with me?
OH MY GOD.
School Formal.
He’s asking me.
He got my number to ask.
When he said I smelled like garlic,
it was NOT an insult.
He’s Italian.
He loves a lady that smells like garlic.
THIS is how our story starts.
<Mrs. Mole gave me ur # said u could tutor me in math>
