"Just go over there and introduce yourself."
Melena stopped her spoon of cornflakes mid-air. "What? Who?"
"You're kidding, right?" April pushed her cropped blonde hair over her ear and leaned across the table on both elbows. "Only the guy you've been staring at since we got here. Dylan Hart."
"You're insane." Melena's cheeks heated. "I haven't been staring at anyone."
"Melena Russell! How dare you lie to your best friend?"
Melena lifted the bowl to drain its contents but thought better of it when he glanced her way. Returning the bowl to the table, she dabbed her mouth with a napkin, then wiped the table, ignoring her friend's insistent stare.
"Oh, no." April slapped the table. "You're not going to play that innocent game with me. I know you too well."
Melena met April's eyes. "Okay, so I think he's cute. What's the big deal?"
"The big deal is you haven't once tried to go out with a guy--ever. You're biological clock is ticking."
Melena gasped, then pinched her lips together. "Please. I'm eighteen."
"So, my cousin Letty was married and with child by that age."
"Hello. Letty lives in Arkansas where fifteen is old." Melena placed her hands over her eyes and peeked through the cracks between her fingers. Dylan leaned against the far wall next to a guy named Chad. His friend was short and much stockier than Dylan with spiky black hair and a kind smile. She knew Chad because he played bass in her church worship band.
Dylan scanned the room; his shoulders back and his jaw firm--confident. A trait Melena wished she could purchase. It was so attractive.
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