RACHEL
“It’s our first date,” he said to me, which surprised me.
“Date?” I asked him, puzzled. I wanted to make sure I heard him correctly.
“Yes, date.”
I wasn't sure how to react to what he said. Date? Was he serious? And why would the two of us go on a date? What's up with him now? What's going on between us? I kept asking myself these questions.
“Baby, are you okay?” he asked me.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Let's talk later,” I told him.
“Okay,” he said, and suddenly his motorcycle sped up, so I had no choice but to hold on to him tighter.
I smiled because the scenery we were passing by was beautiful. Far from the noise of the city. I knew it was still part of the province my godfather governed. And I found out that my godfather's family was in Missouri. That's where his mom and dad live.
