Noah texted Friday afternoon to confirm our date. He talked me into letting him pick me up, which meant he would meet my parents.
I prepped them ahead of time, but I knew my dad would still try to embarrass me. He said I didn’t give him enough chances in high school to show boys I liked pictures of me when I was little so he had to do it when I was older.
Just great.
When Noah rang the bell, I was not ready. He was early. I just hoped he actually stuck around long enough to go on our date.
I tied my hair back into a ponytail, slid my feet into my boots, and grabbed my bag. It had only been about five minutes since the doorbell rang. With any luck, Noah and my dad were okay. And not ready to kill each other.
Laughter met my ears as I walked down the stairs. Male laughter.
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