Chapter 4 We danced in the sun on a summer day, ignoring everybody else until Fiona’s phone chimed an alarm. It was six in the evening and she had places to be, but we exchanged phone numbers. All the way back home, the impossible song we danced to reverberated inside my heart, responding to her flowery bright smiles and those hazel eyes inspiring joy. I didn’t often daydream, but it was good to feel this attraction again, new love. My past filled in with memories of youthful growth, from the first stolen kiss testing boundaries of friendship, to the first awkward exploration of sexuality. It was traditional in every respect, and in that sense, boring, until Fiona. She was a spell cast on me by what I believed to be an angel. This fantasy had drawbacks, as when lost in thought I walked right into someone rushing elsewhere at an incredible pace. It was a girl. We collided at a corner, sending our bags to the ground. They were not the same ma...