“You don’t believe me.”
“Of course I don’t believe you!” he says, throwing his hands up. “You’re telling me a fictional man you made up while unshowered, un-caffeinated, and wearing pajama bottoms with bagels on them just—poof—appeared in the street like a magical Disney himbo!”
“That is EXACTLY what happened.”
He gives me a long, slow look. A look that says: I’ve supported you through some stuff, but this is testing the limits of friendship.
“Harper,” he says gently, “you didn’t manifest a man. You got hit by a car.”
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The first two chapters of The Magic in Meet-Cutes is out! The third coming on Friday (hopefully). Come find out if Harper really did hit her head too hard.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/403589228-the-magic-in-meet-cutes