Ten years after my high-school graduation I was in the best shape of my life with money to burn.

To say I was excited about my class reunion was an understatement. I’ll admit that I hoped my old crush would show up. Being a quiet observer through most of my high-school career, I didn’t spend much time talking to the football team’s quarterback. I did, however, spend a good deal of time thinking about Mitch.

Having since shed my mousy image, I couldn’t help but wonder if he would finally see me how I saw him.

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Within seconds of sidling up to the bar, Mitch appeared by my side. He waved a drink ticket in my direction. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Smiling, I tucked my own ticket away in my purse. “A martini,... Read More