One day, one of my guy friends sitting behind me in biology class noticed that I have a picture of Johnny on my laptop background.
“I guess you like Johnny Depp,” he said sarcastically.
I felt a twinge of embarrassment as the color of my face transformed to a pink hue, accompanied by slight burning sensation. Here I am, a college student, with an adolescent love affair with Johnny Depp.
“Uh…yeah…” I said, trying to hide my beet red face. But the embarrassment gave way to a smile, which my friend did not see.