NINE
There should be a handbook on first dates. Or dates in general. Maybe then Erin wouldn’t have taken two hours trying to find the perfect thing to wear. Maybe then she would know what to talk about in the car on the way to wherever it was Pio planned on taking her.
Because even if she was able to put something nice together (a navy blue dress that’s neither too casual nor dressy and a pair of comfortable-enough pair of heels), the first twenty or so minutes of their car ride was painfully awkward.
Pio made small talk. He asked questions, she answered. Erin was aware her answers were awfully curt, but it was only because she couldn’t yet decide if she should over share. Besides, his answers to her questions weren’t as elaborate either.
Thankfully, Pio offered to put on some music an
