My best friend ropes me into some pretty outlandish shenanigans, but tonight’s one for the record books. Up to her usual mischief, she dares me to approach a random stranger at a bar, adding, ‘And you can only tell him lies.’
She knows I’d rather hide behind a book than flirt, but pretending I'''m someone else gives me the nerve to saunter right up to a magazine-gorgeous blond and say, ‘Hey!’
He turns his pretty green eyes on me, eyes framed by dark bookish glasses—my kryptonite—and I panic.
‘It’s Elizabeth.’ Oops, that’s not a lie. ‘I was in your class with, uh—’ I snap my fingers, hoping he’ll buy some vague long-lost connection.
The sexy librarian squints at me, and I mentally will him to play along before I die of embarrassment. Then his beautiful smile widens. ‘Lizzy? Lizzy Graham?’
Oh, my god. He’s not supposed to believe me.
I want to flee, but then a funny thing happens. As we chat, I start to suspect Evan’s pranking me right back. I tell him I’m a zoologist who speaks Latin to pigs. He claims to be a TV weatherman from Indiana. Sure.
He’s funny and cute, and I wish I hadn’t promised to lie to him. I want him to know me. The real me. So when the bar closes, I apologize for the ruse and admit, ‘I wish we really had been friends in high school.’
He says, ‘Me, too,’ so I assume we’re on the same page when I invite him to my place, but we’re not even in the same book. He doesn’t bother to contact me after.
Weeks pass, and I’ve finally gotten over him when he shows up at my new workplace as the ‘face of weather at six and eleven.’
I might be frosty, but he’s even icier because somehow he’s only just discovered I’m not the girl I said I was.
Genre: Romance
She knows I’d rather hide behind a book than flirt, but pretending I'''m someone else gives me the nerve to saunter right up to a magazine-gorgeous blond and say, ‘Hey!’
He turns his pretty green eyes on me, eyes framed by dark bookish glasses—my kryptonite—and I panic.
‘It’s Elizabeth.’ Oops, that’s not a lie. ‘I was in your class with, uh—’ I snap my fingers, hoping he’ll buy some vague long-lost connection.
The sexy librarian squints at me, and I mentally will him to play along before I die of embarrassment. Then his beautiful smile widens. ‘Lizzy? Lizzy Graham?’
Oh, my god. He’s not supposed to believe me.
I want to flee, but then a funny thing happens. As we chat, I start to suspect Evan’s pranking me right back. I tell him I’m a zoologist who speaks Latin to pigs. He claims to be a TV weatherman from Indiana. Sure.
He’s funny and cute, and I wish I hadn’t promised to lie to him. I want him to know me. The real me. So when the bar closes, I apologize for the ruse and admit, ‘I wish we really had been friends in high school.’
He says, ‘Me, too,’ so I assume we’re on the same page when I invite him to my place, but we’re not even in the same book. He doesn’t bother to contact me after.
Weeks pass, and I’ve finally gotten over him when he shows up at my new workplace as the ‘face of weather at six and eleven.’
I might be frosty, but he’s even icier because somehow he’s only just discovered I’m not the girl I said I was.
Genre: Romance