Sexuality was never something Connie had to think about. She likes boys, loves them. She never questioned that before. Until she met you. You made things complicated, because for the first time ever, Connie felt attraction, for a girl. She wanted you like she would want a boy, but you weren’t a boy, and this confused her to hell and back.

She was in her apartment in the Commonwealth, sitting on her sofa, when she heard a small knock on her door.