She turns to Autumn. “How’d you and Mr. Dreamy meet?” I chuckle and Autumn nearly chokes. “Mom.” “You told him, didn’t you?” “Yes, I know about him.” I glance at her. “I walked into the coffee shop and Autumn took my breath away. Then I lied and said the coffee she made tasted like shit.”
Imagine being 30+ and telling people about your dream man
