“Hi, Nandhi, I’ve got a package here for you,” my doorman, Frank, told me as I walked into the lobby of my apartment building. This was weird, I wasn’t expecting anything. I hadn’t done online shopping for about a month and my friends just aren’t the type to mail me presents.
I raised an eyebrow as I asked Frank who it was from.
“Well, it says it’s from a Miss Laura Dotolo?” Continue reading