My room was in complete disarray. It looked as though my closet had vomited. All of my clothes were strewn across the bed and floor. I'd have to clean up later, but right now it was the furthest thing from my mind. I turned to face the full length mirror hanging on the back of my closet door. I had chosen a strapless maroon sundress with lace hanging from the hem and a leather jacket to ward off the early autumn chill. My feet were tucked into black ankle booties. I gave myself a once over, making sure everything was in place.

Butterflies were fluttering around my stomach. I kept pulling on the front of my jacket to keep my hands from shaking. I had decided I would leave at six thirty. That way I wouldn't be early and seem too anxious. It was only six fifteen and I knew the next fifteen minutes were going to seem like the longest of my life. I alternated between pacing around my bedroom and reapplying my sheer lip gloss. Then finally, the clock on my cell phone read six thirty. I tucked it into my clutch and headed for the door.

The sun was only just beginning it's decent behind the horizon, casting shadows along the busy Philadelphia streets. There wasn't much humidity in the air, so it was becoming cooler as the sun went down. I trudged the five blocks from the train station to Buster's Cafe, cursing myself for wearing heels. I could feel the blisters forming on my toes with every step.

There was a tree, surrounded by a small garden and a bench outside the restaurant. Mr. Fitz was sitting on the bench, kicking his worn, leather dress shoes into the concrete. His shoulders were slumped and he looked tired. I cleared my throat as I approached, catching his attention. He smiled as he stood to greet me.

"Hi, Aria," He said, giving me an awkward wave.

I stepped forward closing the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his waist, squeezing him quickly. "Hi, Mr. Fitz."

His face paled when I touched him, so I stepped back quickly. There was a pregnant pause. I was afraid to make eye contact. I looked down and began straightening the chiffon dress I was wearing, smoothing out the wrinkles made from sitting on the train.

"Maybe, you shouldn't call me Mr. Fitz. If you're going to hug me. Outside of school, I'm Ezra," His voice was barely above a whisper. His eyes were darting back and forth as though he was waiting for someone to recognize us.

"We're not in Rosewood. No one can see us here," I promised, but discreetly checked over my shoulder. I didn't want to get Ezra in trouble. After making sure the coast was clear, I asked Ezra if he wanted to go inside.

The two of us talked for hours over coffee and pastries. It didn't feel like we were a teacher and student sneaking around. It felt like a real date. I was learning a lot about him. He loved to teach, but he loved to write more. He wrote in his spare time and was currently trying to get one of his fictional romance novels published. I beamed. I loved to write. It's what I wanted to do in college. I dreamed of making the New York Times Best Seller's list.

"I would love to read something of yours sometime," He commented, sipping his coffee.

I dropped my gaze to the table. I considered everything I wrote to be personal. My friends and family had never even read anything of mine. I waited for the need to hide my journals to come, but it didn't. With Ezra I felt comfortable. He was a fellow writer and I wanted to show him some of my works. I nodded and smiled at him. "I'd like that."

Ezra offered to drive me home, but I declined. I had to remind him that our relationship was inappropriate and had to be kept a secret. He must've enjoyed the date as much as I did because he had forgotten that little fact. We exchanged cell phone numbers and I promised to text him when I made it home safely. He still looked reluctant to leave me, but I think the promise comforted him some. He gave me a quick hug and said he'd see me tomorrow before retreating to his silver Camry down the block.

My house was dark when I pulled into the driveway after the date. It was 10:30, but my parents were always in bed early. They claimed it helped with the natural balance of their bodies and other holistic stuff they believed in. I made my way through the house as quietly as possible, doing my best not to stumble in the darkness.

"Yes!" I whisper-shouted once I was safely in my room. I kicked off my shoes, relieving my aching feet then quietly danced around, letting the pure joy of night's previous events sink in.

After I changed out of my dress and into a pair of sweats I pulled out my phone and opened a text to Ezra. Hey, I'm home safe. All tucked into bed XoXo. I wrapped myself in the quilt my mother crocheted me when I was younger and laid my head down on my pillow. It had been a long, eventful day. I'd almost forgotten...my hand flew to my stomach and I sighed, remembering why I asked Ezra out in the first place.

The image of the positive pregnancy test sitting on my sink swam into my mind and made me shudder, despite the warm weather and comforter around my shoulders. I was pregnant. The date was so good and Ezra was so perfect that I had forgotten that fact for a few hours. Now, reality was kicking me in the butt and I needed to come up with a plan...fast.

Great! I was worried. Goodnight, Aria. I read Ezra's text, then put the phone on the beside table and closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind. I hoped I wouldn't dream tonight because most likely I'd have nightmares.

I know it's another short one! I'm sorry! I hope you like it though. Leave reviews and let me know what you think!