"Chloe Sullivan." A young woman answered her phone as she exited a subway
car.
"Your story about the Navy memorial touched me."
Chloe laughed. "Thanks, Whitney." She smiled, knowing Whitney had to want something. They emailed each other about every other week, but the last time Whitney has used his precious allotted phone time on Chloe was when he couldn't get a hold of his mom and was worried. "I appreciate that. Now, what do you want?"
"As much as I do really want to catch up with you, you've caught me. I have a favor to ask."
"Enough with the sugar coating. What is it and is it illegal?" Chloe replied snarkily as she climbed up the stairs to her apartment.
"There is going to be this huge military banquet next month in New York. I want to go, but I don't want to go alone."
"And none of the tough Army girls want a pretty date like you? I'm shocked." Chloe's teasing tone undercut her words.
"You're funny." Whitney deadpanned. "So, will you?"
"I'm sorry, but I wasn't asked to do anything," Chloe replied assertively.
"You know if it was Superman asking you that you would say yes in a second."
"Yes, the best way to get me to do something for you is to insult me." Chloe admonished.
"Chloe Sullivan, I would be ever so honored if you would escort me to the military ball next month." Whitney said. "And you better appreciate that, because I'm not planning on sending out an engraved invitation." He laughed.
"You've got yourself a date." Chloe answered. "Just be glad I live alone. My Dad was always pretty hard on my dates. Not that I have many dates-" Chloe trailed off, remembering the pain that still held a slight piece of her heart.
"Get over it, Sullivan." Whitney reverted back to his old high school ways.
"Yes, I am a loser. But, I'm your loser date, so YOU get over it!" Chloe chuckled. "So, are you planning on telling me a when, where, and our mode of transportation?"
~end part two
"Your story about the Navy memorial touched me."
Chloe laughed. "Thanks, Whitney." She smiled, knowing Whitney had to want something. They emailed each other about every other week, but the last time Whitney has used his precious allotted phone time on Chloe was when he couldn't get a hold of his mom and was worried. "I appreciate that. Now, what do you want?"
"As much as I do really want to catch up with you, you've caught me. I have a favor to ask."
"Enough with the sugar coating. What is it and is it illegal?" Chloe replied snarkily as she climbed up the stairs to her apartment.
"There is going to be this huge military banquet next month in New York. I want to go, but I don't want to go alone."
"And none of the tough Army girls want a pretty date like you? I'm shocked." Chloe's teasing tone undercut her words.
"You're funny." Whitney deadpanned. "So, will you?"
"I'm sorry, but I wasn't asked to do anything," Chloe replied assertively.
"You know if it was Superman asking you that you would say yes in a second."
"Yes, the best way to get me to do something for you is to insult me." Chloe admonished.
"Chloe Sullivan, I would be ever so honored if you would escort me to the military ball next month." Whitney said. "And you better appreciate that, because I'm not planning on sending out an engraved invitation." He laughed.
"You've got yourself a date." Chloe answered. "Just be glad I live alone. My Dad was always pretty hard on my dates. Not that I have many dates-" Chloe trailed off, remembering the pain that still held a slight piece of her heart.
"Get over it, Sullivan." Whitney reverted back to his old high school ways.
"Yes, I am a loser. But, I'm your loser date, so YOU get over it!" Chloe chuckled. "So, are you planning on telling me a when, where, and our mode of transportation?"
~end part two