Thirteen
Emma
“What are you up to tonight, want to grab a bite?”
I had just logged off the computer and was grabbing my bag when Johnny walked in.
“Oh, uh, thanks … but I have plans,” I replied.
“Going to help out at the soup kitchen?” he asked, following me out of the office.
Johnny had come with me many times to help out while we were dating.
“No, actually just hanging out with friends.”
“That’s great, Em. You should take more time for yourself, be a typical college student.”
Johnny had often complained I was too serious too soon. He said he was focused on the shop and stuff because he was older and he had to be, but he wished I would enjoy being young because the rest of my life would be about responsibilities.
“Okay, well, have a good night,” I said, not wanting him to follow
