Hannah Bonam-Young

Bo is clearly the type of guy who takes people under his wing. A natural caretaker type. It makes me glad to know that my kid will have a dad who goes above and beyond for the people he cares about.

“I said, are you ready for me? Because I don’t plan on being gentle with you.”

So, in the words of Taylor Alison Swift, this is me trying… to get laid (Taylor’s Version.)

I don’t actually smoke, but in the interest of equality, I take a ten-minute break every few hours, as my co-workers might.

I’m stuck, and deep down I know I’m the only one who can do the un-sticking—but I feel resistant to change. Change requires effort, innovation, energy… which I have little of these days.

“To a new year, new chances, new lessons and… new friends.”

I’m well aware of the many reasons Matt and I wouldn’t work, but I’m also a raging flirt. I’ll flirt with a lamppost if it flickers the right way.

“Hey!” a dude behind us scoffs. “There’s a line.”

Matt puts his arm around me and turns over his shoulder with a smile I’ve yet to see from him. It’s friendly but… not? No teeth; puffed out chest. I’m kinda into it.

“She’s with me.” Oh, I’m definitely into it.

“For starters, I really dislike when people kill bugs outside. That’s their space, ya know?”

Oh my god. Even his pet peeves are precious.

“What? No… Lane, that is upsetting. When upsetting things happen, people cry.”