“For the party tonight.”
“Oh. . .”
“Are you going?”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“Why?”
“I just didn’t want to go.”
“Will you think about going, please?”
“Maybe.” He laughs and turned the radio on.
“So where exactly are we going?”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Nowhere in particular.”
“To the mall we go then.”
“What are we getting there?”
“Well, I’m getting something to wear tonight. I can’t say exactly what you’re getting since you might not be going tonight. But if you don’t mind I was going to ask you to make sure I look sexy.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“I’m kind of hoping that girl I like is going to be there.”
“So why do you need my help?”
“Her idea of sexy is something like yours.”
“It is, huh?”
“Yeah.” He smiled. It was so bright that I couldn’t help but smile back.
Why can’t he smile like that about me? I thought as he pulled into the parking lot.
“What do you want to get first?”
“Clothes.”
“Thinking about going?”
“Maybe . . . If I can find something sexy.”
“Why sexy?”
“I’m hoping this guy is going to be there.”
“Oh. Well then. I guess it’s grandma clothes for you.”
“Shut up.”
We were both laughing so hard it took a minute to catch our breath. He cut the truck off and we got out. He waited as I walked over, wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and started for the building. Once inside he led us to the left where my favorite store was.
“Let’s get sexy!”
“Yeah!” Yeah right.