I’ve always fancied tall, lanky boys. Even if I did feel like a whale compared to them, which led me to be the kind of girl who just stared hoping, one day, they’d come my way. Just like in all the rom-coms. Finn Nelson was no exception to my little rule. My code of honor, if you will. I’d only been in England for what a few months? Felt like an eternity of looking at him and his shaggy hair. I’m not even sure how I ended up in a gang with him. Was it Izzy? Chloe? Maybe both… Eh. Either way, I got to stare at him a lot more than I would’ve otherwise. The girls thought I’d be an ‘exotic’ addition to their little gang. An American girl in the mix. That’s how I ended up here, sitting at a table, hopelessly staring, until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Girl, how’s staring at the table going? Been at it for an hour. Pick something good from the jukebox, yeah?”

God, he really was amazing. Even if he only wanted me to do something he couldn’t be bothered with. I felt her eyes on him too. Chloe’s oldest friend, Rae. I could never figure out if she wanted to eat him alive or shut his pretty face for good.