Riley
There is something about Tristan that makes my heart skip a beat every time he smiles. It looks familiar, yet I know it can't be. A part of me wants to keep finding reasons to make him smile, but a deeper part wants to make sure he will only ever smile at me that way. I wonder if he smiled like that at Carley, and I hate myself for feeling jealous over a dead girl. I mean, I hardly know him, I have only known him for two days. I have no claim over him and for all I know, he might have someone waiting for him at home. It is strange, this connection I have with him, this need I have to please him.
I toss and turn all night, thinking about our conversation and the fact that he wants me to be a part of such a major project. It is clear that he wants to spend time with me, but is it on
