Chapter Two Amira Takes a Chance––––––––
Hi Keith,
Amira here, from the first aid course. I’m sure you must remember me, because I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t even begin to tell you how glad I am that I stole your e-mail address off your registration form. Maybe you think it’s cocky of me to write you like this. Or maybe you think it’s intrusive. Well, I have this persistent fantasy I’m just dying to tell you about because...guess what? You’re the star!
In my fantasy, it’s five in the morning and I wake up to a tapping sound at my bedroom window. When my eyes finally focus, I realize it’s you crouching outside my basement apartment. I’m glad you didn’t go to the front door. See, my auntie and my cousins live upstairs and they’re a very nosy bunch.
You want me to let
