"So, I'm a girl who knows football statistics and dates girls and doesn't wear makeup. And nobody thinks I'm weird for it. What problems could possibly come from that?" Shawn asked.
"Quite a few," Karyn said. "Like ..."
There was a knock on the door. "Shawn, dinner's ready." It was her mom.
"Okay, Mom," Shawn said. She turned to Karyn. "You want to stay for dinner?"
"Sure."
They stood up from the bed, left Shawn's bedroom, and went to eat.
