" His blue eyes smear into mine. 'You know, the sad thing is, I really liked you.' He gestures to my clothes. 'Even with all this, I could tell you were the same smart, funny girl I met in the café. That's who I wanted to get to know.'

I step forward. Eli knew, and he liked me. Not Alicia. 'I didn't thing you'd like me,' I say, my voice quiet. 'The real me.'

He shakes his head again. 'Now we'll never know. "

― Cynthia Omololu