I stare at Hans. Hans is shaped like an industrial-sized refrigerator. His hands are like cinder blocks.He should not be afraid of a little thing like the ocean.

Oh, hell, he’d look hot in a chicken suit.

I’m not just one flavor. You’re not either. So it all comes down to which ‘you’ you want to show the world.

It’s all me. I’m not just one flavor. You’re not, either. So it all comes down to which ‘you’ you want to show the world.