“Roy Anderson totally likes you,” Anna told Pam as they were walking home.
“What? No he doesn’t. He doesn’t even know who I am,” Pam replied, kicking a pebble along the sidewalk.
“Roy told John who told Sarah who told me that Roy thinks you are cute.”
“No way.”
“I’m telling you, Roy Anderson is going to ask you out tomorrow. Just wait and see.”
Pam plucked a dandelion from the grass. She liked Roy; they had Literature together, and he seemed cool. Even if what Anna said was true, it still couldn’t hurt to make a wish, could it?