"Your out here kinda late." I said, sitting beside Rebecca as she looked up and smiled at me.
"This is where I'd come all the time when I was little and living here with Gustavo."
This place, well, it wasn't much.
It was just an over look at a bunch of water, and some lights from the city clear across it.
It actually was a pretty scene.
"So why are you with Gustavo so much? Don't you have a family to stay with?"
Her smile faded, as she stared down at the water.
"My dad's in Japan with my mom, they have a big business there. For some reason they it's better if I stay in America." she admitted, refusing to look at me.
I kept my lips pressed in a tight line as she quietly played with a key chain on her back pack.
I wouldn't understand being in a situation like that, I had both of my parents in the U.S., even though I was here in California and they were in Minnesota.
"How often do you get to see them?"
She sighed, running her fingers through her hair and just leaving her hand there.
It was a few moments before she answered.
"About two or three times a year. Five times, if I'm lucky. Half the time I lived with my grandma, but she died a month ago so I'm stuck with Gustavo now, which I feel better about anyways. He's more of a father figure then my real dad."
"So does Gustavo let you sit on his 40,000 dollar couch, eat his pudding and all that?"
She let out a laugh, letting her hair fall back around her face.
"Gustavo is a nice guy, Logan. He just pulls this drill Sargent like thing to scare the talent, to show whose boss."
Well, that's sort of nice to know... Now!
We stared at the water below, as I tried to calm myself as I was about to ask her out.
"So, what are the chances that a smart guy like me, is going to get to spend a quiet evening with a pretty girl sort of like you?" I asked, trying to hide my obvious nerves.
She blushed slightly, and gave me a small smile.
"I say his chances are a good 99.9% if he's available Saturday night." she replied, winking at me.
"I'm 100% available."
"Then I think it's a date."