“So… will I see you again?”
“Of course,” I smoothly lied. “I’ll give you a call.” Her brow furrowed.
“You’ll call me? Did I even give you my number?”
Uh – oh. Panic welled up in my chest.
“I thought you did. Didn’t you?”
“And how did you save my name?” she pressed.
Caught red – handed, I stammered, “By your name, obviously.”
Her gaze sharpened.
“And what’s my name?”
I swallowed hard. Two choices: come clean or …
“Nancy?” I guessed feebly.
Her face darkened instantly.
“Get out of here! I knew it! You’re just like the rest – ugh!”
Slippers came flying in my direction as I grabbed my jacket and shoes, dodging her wrath all the way out the door.
Sitting in my car, I leaned back and let out a sigh. The rear – view mirror reflected a face that looked satisfied, even smug.
This was my life: no strings attached, no responsibilities, just pure freedom. Who needed the headache of a family? Not me.
While others tied themselves down, I lived for the excitement – parties, work, and the kind of independence most people only dreamt about.
A loud ringtone interrupted my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and blinked. Riley? My sister rarely called. I hesitated before answering.