I looked over at Ellis, who was driving through the streets of Manhattan. Going out to dinner with him seemed a bit unusual, but I was starving.
“Okay, I’ll let you take me to dinner.” I agreed with a flat tone and ever-so-slightly noticed the corner of his lips curl up as if he was pleased.
“Great, I know the perfect place.”
My phone went off and I pulled it from my clutch to see my mother’s name. They must have stayed up waiting for me to return home.
I brought the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Hello, dear. Is the concert over?” My mother’s voice came through the phone laced with concern. “It’s a bit late. Your father and I were worried about you.”
I completely forgot my parents would have been worrying about me. I quickly scrambled for a reply. “The concert was great! It was nice to
