“We’ll go shopping tomorrow, just me and you, okay?” My mom asked as we washed the dishes together.
“Sounds great, mom. So, you like him?” I bit my lip waiting for her answer.
“It doesn’t seem like an ‘I get what I want, he gets what he wants’ kind of relationship like you made it out to be. He seems to really like you, I see it every time he looks at you.”
I remembered the phone call I had given her earlier this week. The man I was talking about bringing then was completely different from the one that actually accompanied me and I hated lying to my mom about something important like that, but maybe I’d tell her tomorrow.
“I like this one, mom,” and it wasn’t a lie.
“I can see that, pumpkin. Just be careful, especially if he’s your boss.”
My heart clenched for a moment, but I soothed
