I nod, biting down on my lip tenderly. I grip the sides of my torso, pulling the sweater fabric into my fingers. "It appears so," I say quietly. I'm not one to be shy, but this is completely different than anything that's happened in my life so far. It's crazy. Someone out there is playing match maker and I was a part of the plan. It was weird. "Sorry if you were, like, expecting a girl or something. This is probably awkward for you..." Because it's terribly awkward for me, I add to myself.
i use my hair to express myself