[How come Tamara isn't in jail yet?]
[I reported her. You're welcome.]
I started to consider going over to beg for his forgiveness.
The main victim seemed calm, so maybe he'd forgive me.
I tried to recall what I'd drawn back then. All I remembered was his killer six-pack.
And those pecs too.
"Tamara? Why are you standing in the doorway?" Earlene came out of the bathroom.
She was surprised.
She was a child star turned sweetheart actress. We were total opposites.
I smiled awkwardly and lugged my heavy suitcase to the farthest corner.
"Aw, Tamara, isn't that heavy? Didn't anyone help you? Heath carried mine," Earlene cooed.
"These guys, I swear."
She giggled and said to him, "Heath, go help Tamara with her suitcase."
[Wow, Earlene is scoring big!]
[Earlene is so kind, even willing to help Tamara!]
[So sweet. Turns out Heath only helped Earlene with her luggage!]
[The matchmaker is here. Everyone makes way.]
Heath glanced at me and stood up.
I panicked as he strode over purposefully.
"No need, I've got it," I said.
But it was too late.
He effortlessly picked up my suitcase, his muscular arms on full display in his short sleeves.
I couldn't help but notice how perfect they still were.