What if we kissed in…the hut you built me in order to prove a county fair prophecy wrong?
“You’ll meet your one true love in a hut.”
Yeah, right. Thanks for nothing, #girlboss fortune-teller!
Not that I’m trying to meet my One True Love—whatever that means—any time soon.
Definitely not when I’m still proving to the other vets that I can do more than pet the clients.
Or while I’m moving back in with the grandparents to prevent my loser older sister from putting them in a home.
Plus, it’s not like I’m lonely. I spend basically every free minute with Maddy, like I have since we were kids.
So, why can’t I stop thinking about that ridiculous fortune??
Maybe if I prove that #HoroscopeHottie wrong, I’ll stop thinking about it all the time. Now I just need a hut and lots of cuties walking through it. Like a speed-dating sukkah.
Thank god Maddy’s a carpenter and is always down to help with my schemes…which is probably why everyone thinks she’s in love with me.
What. Ever. Like two bisexual women can’t just be friends?