After watching Quincy enter his apartment, she closed her door and rest her back against the door. She placed a hand over her wildly jumping heart to calm it down.

"I must really like him for this heart to respond this way. I only get this feeling in front of my mushroom-onion-bacon-chicken combo topping large pizza."

I felt my steps were lighter now. 'What is wrong with me?', I scolded myself in my head. I picked up my phone and dropped a text in the 3 amigos' group chat.

>Me: Guess who just nailed a guy that's hotter than Chris Hemsworth?

Before I could let out a breath, my phone dinged twice

>Wild flower (Flora): !!!!!!!!!!! Who is this and what have you done with summer?

>Innocent bystander (Claudia): YOU. JUST. TYPED. WITH. YOUR. OWN. FINGERS. THAT. THERE'S. A. GUY. HOTTER. THAN. THE. OLDER. HEMSWORTH. BROTHER... UN-FREAKING-BELIEVABLE.

>Me: OMG! I must have gone crazy. How did I type that????????

I was shocked when I realized that I had openly admitted that a man I just met was hotter than one of my many celebrity crushes.

>Wild flower: Girllllllllll, you're soooooo in love. Fill me in on the deets right now

>Innocent bystander: cough, cough. Flor, it should be 'fill us in'. I exist you know *rolling eyes*

>Me: Now I know what they really mean by the phrase Love is Blind

I filled my girlfriends in on how I met Quincy and the role granny played

>Innocent bystander: OK! Granny is such a cougar and I love her

>Wild flower: I agree. If she were a man and a tad bit younger, I'd have an affair with her. Hahahaha *ROTFLMAO*

>Me: That's what I said. Y'all are mind readers. So 9pm at the regular?

>Wild Flower: Yes girl

>Innocent bystander: I can't wait to see the guy that crushes out Hemsworth from your list.

>Me: You'll love him. Sayonara beauties

>Innocent bystander: *Kiss Kiss*

>Wild flower: *RedHeart*!!!!!

"Flora and her excessive use of exclamation marks," I mumbled as I made my way to the kitchen to get water.

I knew granny already told the older generations of all 3 families, so I wasn't gonna tell. My mom's squeal can send one into a coma.

My mind couldn't help but wonder what Quincy was up to. Unfortunately, my corrupted mind wouldn't let me be great: Quincy in the shower, surrounded by shower steam as he lather soap all over his delicious abs, with his hand dangerously nearing his V area.

I snapped out of my imagination when I felt my cheeks beginning to heat up. "I'm too young to be this perverted," I said as I hit my head. To distract myself, I pulled out my laptop to read over recently released science articles and reviews, waiting upon the evening to arrive.