“Ethan?” I asked Lyuna over the phone as I walked across the street going to the coffee shop. “Who’s that again?” I added, trying to remember the guy but nothing crossed my mind.

“C’mon, have you forgotten about him?” Lyuna hissed. “Ethan Blue Elizalde? The famous basketball guy from the rival school who actually asked for your number back in college?”

“I’m sorry. There are a lot of guys who ask about my number,” I told her, though I am not bragging. It’s true and I just don’t pay attention to them because I don’t have time and my heart is already owned by someone.

“Okay. Let me remind you...