I Chased Her for Five Years and now She’s Begging Me to Stay

At the get-together held after I returned from my exchange program, the game card I drew was titled "About Margery Mason."

Everyone whooped and started firing questions at me.

I answered everyone without hesitation.

Graham Lyons propped his chin on his hand. "You're not her boyfriend, are you?"

Margery leaned back into the couch, her voice flat. "No. We're just neighbors."