I've finally found him.
Jeremy.
The one who loves me for who I am.
The one who helps me forget . . .
Forget what?
Forget Will.
The one who never really bothered to know me at all.

As they walked into the heavily air-conditioned interior of Scooper Duper's, Jessica quickly checked her reflection in the glass door. One of the hair balls had unraveled somewhat and was hanging down the right side of her face like a lifeless snake. Great. How was she supposed to feel charming with limp hair?
"Hey, Jeremy?" She playfully twirled the strand around her finger. "I'm going to the rest room. Would you mind ordering for me?"
"No problem," Jeremy answered, surveying the menu. "What's your poison?"
"Let's see. A double scoop of chocolate-chip cookie dough with little sprinkles of . . . Will."
Jessica's heart stopped. It couldn't be happening. But it was. Standing right in front of her at the cash register was the unmistakable back veiw of Will Simmons. She recognized the broad shoulders, the left-fingers-in-poket slouch, the boyish waves of sandy hair looping over the back of his baseball cap.
No! Why now? Just when I decided to let it go and have fun.

Maria Who?