Mitch’s POV:
It feels almost surreal, sitting across from Gabriella at this modern bistro in the city. Just a few hours ago I could have sworn I had officially lost her when I saw the goose bumps she got at my mention of her afternoon. All I kept thinking was how that nasty guy managed to elicit such a bodily reaction from her and how this meant she truly loved him. So imagine my absolute surprise when she very suddenly and out of the blue approached me for lunch.
“So, Mitch, where are you from?” Gabriella asks me, her perfectly red lips sipping against a glass of iced chardonnay. I want to be that glass so badly.
“Uh, it’s not really somewhere I think you have heard of. It’s sort of a village in the middle of nowhere called Mainland.” I answer, keeping it super vague and hoping she
