Isabella's POV.
Esam was serious with what he said. He asked for a date with me and indeed, he came to get me.
Mekka’s joy was overflowing when we stopped by their house to drop off Charles.
“Be a good boy,” I told my son.
“I will, mommy. Have a great time with Uncle Esam.” He waved at me before rushingly running into Mekka's home to go meet Ruben and Rue.
Mekka turned to me, her face gleaming with excitement.
“I want you to enjoy your evening, there is no need to worry about anything. I've got it covered.”
I thanked her for her help and then off we went.
The drive there was a quiet one except for the radio Esam had on.
It played some cool blues, the kind we hadn't heard before.
Maybe I wasn't a music lover, that was why I had never heard it.
Or maybe it was new.
“You like the
