Stella
“Have you heard from Prince Charming yet?” Fisher opened my refrigerator and took out a container of yesterday’s dinner, even though it was only 7AM.
I shook my head and tried to hide my disappointment. “It’s probably for the best.”
“What’s it been, like, a week now?”
“Eight days. Not that I’m counting.” I’m totally counting.
He looked me up and down. “Why are you dressed so early?”
“I just got back from watching the sunrise.”
“You know, you can set the background of your laptop to some pretty nice sunrises and sunsets and sleep in.” Fisher popped off the Tupperware lid and forked a full breaded chicken cutlet as if it were a lollipop. He bit off a piece.
“That’s not quite the same, but thanks. Umm…do you want me to heat that up for you? Give you a plate and knife to cut it
