The crush deepened into something more unsettling. Leo found a note in his lunchbox, written in glitter gel pen: “To the hottest project manager in the tri-county area. Have a good day. – Your secret admirer.” He knew the handwriting. He knew the glitter.
Then she looked up. “Also, for the record, you have really nice forearms.” 246. Dad Crush
Leo froze, carving knife hovering mid-air. His wife, Elena, snorted into her wine glass. “Mia, honey, that’s… a weird thing to say.” The crush deepened into something more unsettling
Mia nodded, filing this away. “So… not a supermodel.” – Your secret admirer
Leo sighed. “Go to your room.”
The crisis point arrived on a rainy Saturday. Leo was on the couch, reading a book about lawn care. Mia sat down next to him, far closer than necessary.