What would you like to eat?”. I can hear him but I don’t know how to answer, why to answer. Dude is miles away from me, what difference will answering make?

”Hey, I’m still waiting for a reply” comes next over the phone and I decide to play along, if only for conversation sake. I reel off different meals I would love to sink into instead of this debilitating hunger that’s racking my body. ”okay”. What? Okay? Okay.

This guy is not even normal, yes he might look normal but he really isn’t. First time we met, I would have run him over with my car but I didn’t have one. That’s how annoying he is. Carrying shoulder up and down the whole place you would think he was 6ft tall. For where? I was hungry, now I’m pissed. What does okay mean?? No, I didn’t ask him. I have an image to protect.

Thirty something minutes later and another call comes in. The caller wants to know if I’m Lily. I could be, depending on what he wants to say. At the mention of food, I became Lily. No, that didn’t come out right. I am Lily. So, annoying dude managed to get food across to me **swoon**.

He is nice, takes me out on breakfast dates, drives me where I need to be. The late night drives…ugh…amazing, riding around... read more @https://olliealley./2017/08/15/chronicles-of-lily-the-starter/