Could a person die of happiness overload? Because if that were possible, I was so going to keel over any second.

But what a way to go.

My brand-new boyfriend Derek’s strong, lean fingers threaded tightly through mine as we strolled through the door of Starbucks. It was our first official date since we’d begun going out yesterday afternoon. We’d decided to grab some coffee after school to discuss how to help all the broken-hearted single people I’d hastily matched with each other when I was trying to reverse the effects of me accidentally making them all fall in love with him.

Yeah, not one of the better ideas...