Chapter 8

As soon as I glanced at the clock, I rushed to the bathroom, still not understanding how the hell he's going to find me without knowing my address, and worse, I'm confused because I don't even try to hide from myself that I feel nervous and, deep down, excited to know that I'll see him after days, and that, probably, "I'm confident, okay?", I'm going to kiss him a lot!

I try to be quick as I wash my fiery-colored hair and remove a few stray hairs from my

body. Why am I waxing?

Because I want to, of course.

But I admit that I've never been on a date before, but I think that what's about to happen soon is something like that, so just in my underwear, I take all my clothes out of the closet, just to find the one that's least worn and smells the best.

It's when I'm zipping up my only tight pair of pants, guess what? That's right, the black one! I hear the sound of the doorbell ringing.