The Artist and The Writer: A Jemi Love Story (Fift...

get a hold of your boy." "He’s not my boy," she blushed when she figured that I was talking about Nick. "Now you have your own boy." I laughed. "Come on. Let's head back." "Why, so you can be with your boy?" I hit her arm lightly. We walked out and walked slowly toward the lunch room. "Shut up! I still barely know him. I figured it was time I'd take a change with someone else." "Do you really think it'll work out?" she asked softly. "That's a great question Ms. Pessimistic," I said coldly ...