- I size him up as he approaches me—he is around 6,5, muscular, and certainly attractive. The bitter taste of jealousy settles over me as he reaches out to me for a handshake. I take his hand and shake it, squeezing it harder than usual, but his face remains relaxed.
- “Good Morning, Mr.Caputo, I hope I’m not imposing, but when Brandi told me she was cooking, I had to show up. I love her cooking as much as I love her....” He stops and smiles. As much as he loves her, what? They seem like they are more intimate than friends.
- What is she thinking inviting a man she is fucking to my house? I want to punch him in the face but instead plaster a fake smile on my face.