It had been a few years since Marjorie had become close friends with Tu. And about six months since she began realizing she cared about him as more than that. She knew him well, and was pretty sure he felt the same. That didn’t mean she knew for sure, it was just a guess. Still, Marjorie was nervous.
Because he wasn’t the only person she liked. No, she felt the exact same way about another one of their friends. Marjorie knew that must make her polyamorous, but she wasn’t sure how Tu would feel about that. How anyone would feel about that. Approaching him between classes, Marjorie tried to look normal, and not like her insides were tumbling around. “Tu! Hey, can we talk?”
















