My sister hurries from the room, leaving me next to the desk. I’d think she’d have an assistant fetch the surprise. I stroll to the window and survey the city. On my way back to my chair, a piece of paper with pink cursive across the top catches my eye. I was mistaken, there is one item on my sister’s ultra-modern, cold, dead desktop. Yeah, I’m going to give her crap later. I tilt my head to read the girly writing. It says,The Crush List.The items include:
Is helpful without being asked
Looks at me a moment longer than necessary
His eyes are like heaven
Great listener (there’s something scratched out)
Masculine and athletic, but funny and relatable
Stands up for the little guy (crossed out words)
He smells really, really good
Shows interest and asks questions
His smile is dreamy (can’t read what else it says)
The hair, because he has a mane!
