“Are you…are you a bit of a romantic, Fort Knox?” I laugh. “What defines a romantic?” “Secretly loves rom-coms, listens to moody songs about unrequited feelings, writes pretty love letters and leaves them in girls’ lockers.” My chest constricts sharply—it feels like I can’t breathe. She impatiently taps her fingers on the table, and I wait a full minute before answering her.
Ohh he is for sure for sure
