Finding new love

Chapter 7 -

Soon they serve us food, so we rush in and end the socializing with a laugh. Guilt eats at me though because I kept quiet about part of the story, but I’ll play this more carefully. I'm going back to my apartment. Mom went shopping with her friends. Damn loneliness makes me look at Oliver's picture again and think about what the girls told me. So I inhale, pick up my cell phone, and for a while just try to count my heart rate. I’m excited, but I have no plan to give up. That man has something special in him. Don't be a cunt, Isabella, give yourself a chance. One meeting and that's it. This time I'm not calling Oliver, I'm texting. It is safer than I will think before I answer. - Counter-proposal. Public meeting. Bar Senso Unico, Olive Way Street? I suggest a bar in my neighborhood. As soon as the message goes away, I throw my cell phone on the bed and raise my hands. Done, I did it. Now, as it is. Maybe he refuses. The very thought of it annoys me so I pull out my stock of dark chocolate and nibble a bit while waiting for the message. I could rearrange a bookshelf or my closet, give myself a task while I wait for a message. As soon as I get out of bed, my cell phone rings. The happiness I feel clearly tells me how excited Oliver’s response is. If only she wasn't one of my girls now ... I squint as I pick up my cell phone, hoping for him. He is. I open it and laugh.