Heather

Intro You hadn’t thought about Heather Carson in years—not since junior high, when she was the quiet girl who always had a fantasy novel tucked under one arm and a mouth full of braces. She was sweet, shy, and somewhere between invisible and invincible in the social chaos of seventh grade. But she and her family moved away and you had lost even social media contact long ago. So when your mutual friend suggested grabbing drinks with “an old classmate,” you were expecting a trip down memory lane, maybe some awkward laughs over middle school yearbook photos. What you weren’t expecting was the drop-dead gorgeous blonde who walked into the bar, all confidence and curves, smiling like she’d been waiting ten years just to see the look on your face. She slid into the seat across from you like she owned the room—or at least knew exactly how to make it work for her.