Ruin: You’re only five minutes older than me. *eye roll emoji*
Rain: Still. I’m older.
Rain: So what’s up?
Ruin: I need your advice on something. But you have to promise me you’ll keep this between us.
Rain: Hmmm, why do I have the feeling I know where this is going?
Ruin: Ugh. Promise me!
Rain: Fine, I promise not to tell anyone. So long as it’s not something that can harm you.
I love how protective my sister is.
Ruin: I promise there’s nothing bad. At least not too bad.
Rain: Spill!
I bark out a laugh. I can picture her forming a tight line with her lips as she widens her eyes, her nostrils flaring as she starts to get frustrated.
Ruin: So, remember I went home in that fancy car?
Rain: Yes…
Ruin: Well, it turns out I’ve not only had dinner with my teacher, but now he just paid for my coffee and muffin.
Rain: Yuck, are you dating an old, creepy dude?
My phone falls from my hands as I bend in laughter. I guess I haven’t given her enough info, and she’s stereotyping Gio.
Rain: Gross. I mean, it’s your call. But gross.
Ruin: First off, he’s not old.
I find myself replying immediately, defending Gio.
Ruin: I think he’s only a couple of years older than us.
Rain: Okay… *eyes emoji*
Ruin: Yeah, he’s a teaching assistant. He’s finishing his PhD.
Rain: Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Tell me more.
Ruin: Well, I don’t know.
Rain: What do you mean you don’t know. Why are we talking about him then?
I bite my nail as I ponder Rain’s question. Why am I making a big deal about this? I cannot lie, I enjoy chatting with him. He’s not only hot, but he’s damn smart and sexy. But the way he treats me—he’s attentive and kind. He’s the whole package.
Rain: Hello?
Ruin: I like him.
Sigh, it feels good to admit it.
Rain: And? What are you going to do about it?