It really is 9 p.m. on A saturday at harvard november. I will be sitting during my dorm, having simply used Sally Hansen leopard-print nails that are press-on putting on a $24 chiffon dress from Forever 21 that my sibling told me “looks actually costly.” I will be waiting to listen to from the nerdy but precious man We’ll phone Nate*, who I’m sure from course. He asked me out yesterday. Well, kind of.
We had been at an ongoing celebration as he approached me personally and stated, “Hey, Charlotte. Continue reading