Chapter Twenty-Five
Delilah
“So, what do you do?” Alex’s mother, Leslie, asked.
This was, of course, a perfectly reasonable, polite, and expected question. It’s just it didn’t feel great to tell his mother I was a bartender.
But I prided myself on being honest. “I bartend. I’m also in nursing school,” I added, hoping whatever I did with my face resembled a smile.
I was way too tense about meeting Alex’s parents.
Leslie smiled. “Oh, I bartended for a few years when I was in college. It’s a great way to make money and have a flexible schedule. Holly mentioned you were in nursing school. How’s it going?”
“Okay, I guess. I’m doing classes while I work, so it’s mostly online. Next spring, I’ll need to line up my internship.”
His mother nodded again. “I’ll be honest, I enjoyed being a nu
