TWENTY THREESophie felt as amazing as she looked in a fitted cotton dress, strappy sandals, and flawless makeup. Her curls cascaded around her shoulders, the way she preferred, and she wore her favorite diamond studs. She circled the block four times before finding a spot within walking distance of the Yard House restaurant. Phil was from the South Bay, and she had agreed to drive out his way. If things didn’t work out, she could always hit up Santana Row for some shopping.
She grabbed her wool jacket and checked her matte lipstick. Although she told herself this date wasn’t about Jabari not returning her calls, it actually was. All of his talk about falling asleep and forgetting to call, working overtime, and helping out his family with chores was getting tiring. Wanda was right. If some
