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The week that followed felt like something you'd read in one of those cheesy romance novels that Gigi always teased me about. I was actually dating Ethan Seymour. Every morning, I'd wake up with a goofy grin, checking my phone before brushing my teeth because he always sent me a "good morning, beautiful" text. Sometimes he'd even throw in a photo of his breakfast with a caption like, "You'd make this boring cereal look better."
I learned more about him in just a few days than I thought I ever could. He mentioned that his dad owned a car dealership downtown and that he had a younger brother named Logan, who apparently thought Ethan was the "lamest cool guy ever."
He had this whole collection of superhero comics and a weird obsession with race-car movies. I'm not even into cars, but when Ethan dragged me to the cinema on Wednesday to see Fastlane Fury 8, I found myself laughing the whole time just because of how excited he was about it.
