The next day, I still didn't get a call. Then, two days go been. It's been a whole week and still NO REPLY! I mean it doesn't take that long to call someone. If he was really interested. What if he found about my dad and he was scared? Sometimes I disliked the club. It made people either afraid to be my friend or use me to get to them. I got dress this morning and headed to work. I needed to talk to my dad. I always went to him about my problems. Even if they were boy problems.

"Hey have you seen my dad?"

"Chapel." Angie said.

"Hey dad."

"My love! What can I do for you?"

"I'm having some ... troubles."

"Someone messing with you?"

"No! No dad nothing like that."

"It's just that ... when you met mom. How long did it take for you to get in contact with her again?"

"Ah, I see boy troubles. Who is he?"

"That's the thing I don't really know."

"Where'd you meet him?"

"Off topic. Answer the question."

"Hmm ... from my recollections it wasn't that long. Back then we didn't have personal cellphones like you. Listen hija, if he doesn't call, he's a pussy."

"Thanks for that great advice dad." I chuckled.

"I'm just saying. Anyone that stupid doesn't deserve my daughter."

"I guess you're right."

phone rings*

"It's him! I have to go thank you!"

"Anytime." My dad said.

I ran outside all the way to my car before the phone hung up.

"Hi! I mean hey, it's ... Juice right?" Trying to play it cool. As if I wasn't desperately waiting for his call.

"Yea. Mylene, isn't?"

"Yup that's me." I chuckled.

"Yea I'm sorry I haven't called. Work and shit has me busy but, I hope you didn't scare you off."

Almost. "Nope. I'm still here."

"I believe the last time we spoke, I had the chance to ask you about the flowers?"

"Yup. Were they a match?"

"Made in heaven."

We laughed.

"Anyway... I was calling to see if you'll have dinner with me at the diner. You know, to talk about flowers."

"Yea. You mean the diner in Charming?"

"Yea what other diner is there." He chuckled.

Shit he thinks I live in Charming. What do I do? "Oh yea. Of course, that diner. I get confused sometimes." I tried playing it off. I was never really good at lying.

"So its a date?" I asked.

"It's a date... I mean if you want it to be a date." He said, stuttering his words at the end.

"Of course I do. Is Friday at 8, okay?"

"Perfect."

"Great. I'll see you soon, Juice."

"You too, Mylene."