“Are you ever going to tell me the backstory of your life?” Diana asked immediately I stepped out of the bathroom, causing me to sigh so loudly that she chuckled.

“What’s your deal, dude? You wouldn’t even let me dress up before querying me?” I asked, folding my arms across each other, giving her my best get-out-of-here-look. I needed to get dressed up. But the girl didn’t budge. If anything she looked amused.

“Diana, can we talk about my past later? I need to dress up.” I finally asked, letting out another sigh, knowing that she wouldn’t budge unless I pleaded.

My pity went out to the guy that would...