I put a pen to my lips the way that he had held one to his. Apparently only two percent of the population has green eyes. When would he text? Would he text? Did I even want him to text? His face confused me. It was like his teeth were too big for his mouth. And he didn’t even seem nice. And I couldn’t date a smoker. And what was that kiwi thing? Fuck. Why did I tell him my favorite show was Grey’s Anatomy? I
