Eva
Martin texted me the next day, inviting me to have lunch. Receiving his message had me frowning at how eager he was to see me again, but I guess it was too late to take a raincheck.
Johnny took a nap on my bed, tired from football practice, so I slowly and quietly stood up from my desk chair and grabbed my keys to leave the room, making sure not to wake him up. I made my way outside, feeling the cool air of the afternoon as I walked towards the diner to meet him.
As soon as I walked through the doors, I saw Martin sitting in a booth, receiving me with a hug and a big smile on his face.
“So, Miss Eva Anderson wants to be a doctor?” he asked, not believing I wanted to follow that career.
“Well, hello to you too, Marty. And yes, I want to be a surgeon. That lawyer t
