You and Maggie were two peas in a pod. You had never told anyone you liked her. You hadn’t told anyone you were into women either. You always stared, any chance you got, with bright sweet eyes, you had been caught staring. A lot. But Maggie didn’t confront you about it. You got invited for coffee, so of course you gladly come over. When you and her were sitting and drinking coffee in her alexandrian residence she suddenly asks, “ Why do you look at me with such adoration at times? “ She asks her southern accent thick.