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me so far. I felt the need to answer bluntly like I had every other question, I just hoped he wasn't going to run the other way when he saw my answer.
    Katherine: No.
    Robert: A kiss?
    Katherine: No.
    Robert: Well maybe I can be your first.
    No question mark could mean that was a statement versus a question. Now is not the time to over analyze, Katherine. Play it cool.
    Katherine: Maybe.
    Robert: Well maybe we should meet tomorrow at the mall? I want to finally see those blue eyes of yours in person.
    I should have known the day would come when we decided to meet, but I hadn’t thought it would come this soon. I felt like I knew everything about him but meeting in real life would change everything.
    Robert: Don't over-analyze it, just say yes.
    Katherine: Yes.
    Oh my gosh, I actually said yes. My mom would be at work tomorrow so I could take the bus and be back before she ever knew I was gone.
    Robert: Okay, we'll meet at the Park Mall, at noon, by the Pretzel Place.
    Katherine: Okay. I'll be the one carrying the backpack with the books I mentioned I want you to read.
    Robert: Then I'll be the other one carrying the backpack.
    Katherine: Goodnight.
    Robert: Goodnight.
    “Ahhhhhhh!” I screamed. I texted Alissa.
    Katherine: Meeting him tomorrow at Park Mall.
    Alissa: Who is this?
    Katherine: You know who this is.
    Alissa: No, the Katherine I know would never meet a guy off the internet.
    Katherine: It's in a public place.
    Alissa: You better hide your phone in your bra just in case. Want me to come?
    Katherine: Yes, but be invisible.
    Alissa: What time?
    Katherine: Noon.
    Alissa: Okay, I’ll be at your house at 11:30.
    Katherine: Love you.
    Alissa: Love you back.
    I couldn't sleep that night. I picked my favorite outfit to wear but made a mental note to do some shopping soon. I’d never cared too much about how I looked but if I had a boyfriend, I should start caring. Checking my alarm for the tenth time, I stared at the ceiling and let Michael Bublé’s crooning lull me to sleep.
    ~*~
    My reflection didn’t ease my nerves, despite the time and effort I’d taken to making myself look nice. The cut of my shirt showed my upper curves but the neckline was perfect, making me feel covered up. I kept thinking I should have let my hair grow past my shoulders but it was thin and I had to keep it layered to make it look like it had body. I didn't wear any other make-up except powder so my face didn't glow and then, of course, lip gloss because I couldn't stand dry lips.
    That's about as good as it's going to get. I stuck my tongue out at my reflection.
    Alissa walked in and rolled her eyes. She didn't bother saying anything about my appearance because she had tried many times before to convince me that eye makeup in particular would help accentuate my beauty. My reply was always the same, ‘I don't want to accentuate anything.’ Alissa was born with a natural beauty that was flawed only with a couple of pimples. She chose clothes that made her thin frame look amazing. Her black hair with natural curls flowed past her shoulders with a shine I'd always admired. I really should’ve let her help me but it was so much easier pretending I didn’t want her help.
    “Are you ready for this?” Alissa asked with entirely too much enthusiasm.
    I looked in the mirror one last time. “Ugh, why couldn’t I be taller?”
    “Remember, being five-four is easier than being taller so that you can have a short or tall boyfriend and you won’t look funny.” She used her horrible fake English accent, which made me giggle.
    “Easy for you to say since you’re two inches taller. Those two extra inches would stretch out my fat.”
    “You’re not fat, you’re curvy and it’s way better to be curvy than flat-chested with no butt. Now are you ready or do I need to point out more of my flaws to make you feel better about yourself?” She put her hands on her hips like mothers do when they are scolding their children.
    “Yes, but please