Chapter 22: Nora

This whole thing is getting really out of hand. How can I really have these kinds of feelings for a guy I have spent only a couple of hours with. I am just getting so swept up in the idea of a nice guy that I don’t think I am really thinking straight. I had to get ready to meet Miranda for dinner.

I’m not a big makeup person but I do spend quite a bit of time on my eyes. I think my eyes are my best feature and they are an easy one to flaunt to the world with the right amount of eye shadow and liquid eyeliner. Getting ready to go somewhere just makes me feel so good. It gives me an excuse to blast my music and dance around while singing into whatever I am holding at that moment.

I jump behind the wheel of my gunmetal gray Buick Skylark and do my normal prayer of thanks when the engine fires up. When I get to the restaurant I see Miranda’s bright yellow beetle parked right in front. I find our normal booth and sit down.