Notes: Joanna Katelyn Mitchell is 32 years old. She's never been married and has one son, Logan Mitchell. She's 5'3" and average weight. She has wavy brown hair that stops just above her lower back and she has brown eyes. Joanna owns her own business called Northern Paranormal Investigations. She's a trained Parapsychologist and Cryptozoologist. That is why she was in school for most of Logans childhood, making her believe that she didn't do her best by him. She's also deathly afraid of commitment.


"I know you," Joanna blurted out.

Gustavo looked at her questioningly before taking his seat across from her. He studied her for a moment before she composed herself and cleared her throat.

"I mean, I'm a fan of your work," she said.

"Thank you. But, I don't think we've met correctly. I'm Gustavo Rocque," he said, offering his hand to her.

She took it and smiled. "I'm Joanna." No need to scare him away just yet. He doesn't need to know he employes my son.

"You look lovely tonight, Joanna."

"Thank you. You look nice yourself," Joanna said, looking at his suit and tie. He seemed like a nice enough guy. Definitely not the monster that Logan made him out to be in his messages. Although, they weren't at work right now so Joanna had no way to know what he was really like.

"So, where are you from, Joanna?" Gustavo asked, smiling nicely.

"Minnesota," she answered.

"I know so many people from Minnesota. Actually the boys that I work with are from there. Saint Paul, I think."

Joanna nodded, sipping at her water. "That's where I'm from. You're talking about Big Time Rush, right?"

Gustavo nodded. "I didn't expect that you'd know about them."

"I know them because of my son."

"You have kids?" Gustavo asked.

Joanna nodded. "Is that a deal breaker?" she asked, ready for him to say yes.

"No," he answered.

Joanna knew that her mouth opened slightly but she couldn't help it. How could he have said no? No guy ever said no? Usually they'd be gone by now?

"Not what you were expecting?" Gustavo asked.

"Not in the least," Joanna said. "Do you have any kids?"

"No, I don't. I never found the right girl. I'm always at work and I never have any time for a proper relationship."

"You sound like me. It's like I'm married to my job," Joanna said.

"What do you do?"

Joanna took in a deep breath. "Well, I'm parapsychologist and cryptozoologist. But I specialize in finding and getting rid of entities in buildings."

Gustavo looked at her for a moment. "You're a ghost hunter?" he asked.

"Techinically speaking, yes."

Gustavo nodded and smiled softly. "That's actually pretty interesting. I'm sorry. I'm terrible on dates. And I'm even worse on blind dates. I mean, when my assistant, Kelly, told me that she set me up I started freaking out almost immediatly." Gustavo laughed.

"When Jenn told me that I was going out tonight I was freaking out too. I mean, I was so bad that her and Sylvia picked out everything I have on."

Gustavo was silent, thinking. "I've heard those names before. What are their last names?"

Uh-oh. I think my date is coming an end before we even start to eat. "Um, Jennifer Knight and Sylvia Garcia."

Gustavo's eyes got wide. "Kendall Knight and Carlos Garcia's parents? Do you know them from back in Minnesota?"

"Actually, I know them because of my son, who I was telling you about. You see, I'm Logan Mitchell's mom."

"Logan? You're his mom? You can't be. I met his mom!"

"You met his grandmother. I was on a case in Pennsylvania on Mothers Day so I couldn't make it out here. I understand if this is weird now and you want to leave."

"No, no. It's fine. It's just, you're so young," Gustavo said, obviously confused.

Joanna smiled at the compliment. "I'm 32. And I had Logan when I was 16."

Gustavo nodded. "Well, you look excellent. And your son is very talented."

"You should tell him that more often. He thinks you hate him." Joanna laughed.

"I don't hate any of them. But if I tell them how good they are, they might start slacking off," Gustavo explained.

"I can understand that," Joanna said, nodding.


Dinner went by smoothly. It was pretty much question and answer time. Joanna was shocked at how much she actually liked Gustavo. She was sure that she wouldn't, considering who he was and his reputation for being so mean. But he was different outside of work. He was nice and funny and great to be around.

They both decided not to call cabs to come get them from the restaurant. They walked together, close but not touching. They found themselves in Palm Woods park and, by that time, Joanna's feet were killing her. Gustavo could tell she was uncomfortable.

"You ok?" he asked.

"No. I hate these heels. They're killing my feet," Joanna said. She went and sat down on a bench, taking her shoes off. Gustavo sat down next to her.

"They certainly looked nice," he said.

"Thank you."

A rumble of thunder was heard before rain started falling on them. Joanna laughed and looked up at the sky, rain drops starting to fall harder.

"Well, this is certainly unexpected," Gustavo said.

"I like it. I love the rain," Joanna said.

Her hair started to feel heavy in its bun. She undid some bobby pins and her hair fell over her shoulders. She looked over at Gustavo, a big smile on her face.

"I had a lot of fun with you tonight," she said.

"I had a lot of fun with you too. Do you want to get lunch tomorrow?" he asked.

Joanna leaned back, only then noticing that his arm was around her. "I would love that. Noon?" she asked.

"Sounds great. I might still be at work, but you can stop by if you like."

"Rocque Records, right?"

"Exactly."


TBC...