My apologies if I’ve tickled this before–Wordpress is giving me attitude when I try to check which sections I’ve done already.
Anyway, this is the very beginning of my little rockstar romance. I think we all have a friend like this.
Izzy pulled another pair of jeans off the rack as John was talking to the clerk working the fitting rooms.
“Try these, too,” she told him, piling them on top of the pairs draped over his arm.
John fished the tag out of the pocket and whistled at the price. “I don’t think so, Izzy. Starving student, remember?”
She tched at him, pulled one long brown curl out to its full length, then let it snap back into its usual corkscrew. “Two more years, you’ll either be a really successful pediatric resident, or you’ll be opening your own practice. I think you can afford a pair of jeans.”
John tried to give the pants to her to put back, but she pushed them into his arms again.
“Izzy, they cost an entire evening’s tips! No way I’m spending that much on a pair of jeans.”
She raised her eyebrows at him. “I didn’t realize rockstars and movie tycoons were such bad tippers. And the jeans aren’t that expensive—maybe an hour’s worth of tips.”
He laughed. “Izzy, the jeans are too darn expensive.”
“How are you going to snag your Hottie-without-a-Name if you don’t put yourself out there? For a gay guy, you really are obtuse.”
“He has a name, I’m just not telling you what it is.”
Izzy pushed him toward the fitting rooms. “Go try them on. Trust me. Auntie Izzy will make sure you get laid.”
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One more week…