I began unpacking the last box of my things and sighed. This city was such a big change for us but my father insisted it would be good for bussiness. He was opening a newspaper company, although he already had one in Rhode Island where we used to live. I pulled out a necklace my best friend had given me the night before I moved. I remembered how sad her face was and how we cried together as the last of our things were packed into the car.

My father stepped into the doorway, "How do you like your new room?" He asked.

"It's big." I said.

"Yes it is." He laughed. "Your mother would have loved this house."

I cringed. He knew i hated it when he talked about my mother but he didn't mean any harm. Holly Bejamin died two years ago she was my everything I loved her so much.

"I'm sorry, Heather." He realized what he said.

"It's fine."

"I'm going to work soon, do you need anything?" He tried to make up for it.

"I think I'm going to try that little diner down the road. Tibby's."

He scowled a bit. My father always wanted me to go to more"sophisticated" places. He didn't argue however and nodded. We said good-bye and he was off to work.

I put on a new dress and packed my coin purse, I put on nice shoes and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. There were a few dollars i had left on the counter and headed out the door. Tibby's was two blocks away but i walked quickly as to not take too much time. The streets were lined with boys shouting selling papers, I wondered vaugely how many were working for my father.

I tried to avoid the shouting boys but of course I came across one anyway. He stood on the street corner and as I passed I just could not ignore his charming smile.

"Would you like to buy a pape ma'am?" The boy asked smiling.

I handed him a quarter. "Sure."

"Miss, it's only a penny an i ain't got no change." He frowned slightly.

"Keep it." I smiled at him.

"Aw, i couldn't do dat." He said shyly. "Unless of course, you let me buy you lunch."

I nodded. "Tibby's?"

He smiled that wonderfully charming smile and we began walking. We talked along the way. I learned his name was Mush, a little unusual, it must have been a nickname. He was 16, same as I was and he worked for . I had dinner with a few days prior when my father invited him over.

Mush was lovely. Everything about him made me smile. He walked me home after lunch.

"Would ya like ta come see me tommorra?" He smiled.

"I would like that very much."

"Meet me at Tibby's? 4 o' clock?"

I nodded and we exchanged thoughtful looks. He was wonderful. I couldn't wait to see him again.