NINE
"You're insane," Charlie states, humor in his voice as the music still plays in the background. What I expected was to be a laid-back type of date actually was not what I was expected. After Charlie had texted me to wear a nice dress, I already know he had planned this in advance.
Now, dressed in a black dress that flows to the floor, backless, and perfect for a classy summer date, I can understand why I was told to wear a dress. From the cheapest item on the menu being over fifty dollars and our table right on the balcony overlooking the ocean, I know Charlie set reservations fa in advance.
"True story," I comment, leaning back in my chair as the jazz band begins to slow down with their rhythm. "But that was a long time ago."
"I can understand why. Young Sybil must have worn a ba
