#Chapter8

I didn't know why I asked Dallas out for coffee.

Part of me felt guilty because I was being mean without meaning to. He was just being friendly, trying to get to know me.

Although I didn't know why.

Maybe I felt obligated to hang out with him after what he said to me-maybe a small part of me did want to talk to him.

He-somehow, peaked my curiosity.

Sort of.

He sounded oddly sincere when he said he wanted to get to know me.

Maybe he wasn't as bad as I thought.

"Why did you chose red?"

"Huh?" I looked up from my coffee mug I was staring...