HAILEY
“Honey, are you sure I can take your car?”
I was typing a reply to Percie that we were almost at the parking lot.
“Honey?”
“Of course, Mom. We already talked about it. And it’s fine. I can ride along with Percie. Trust me he doesn’t mind.” I averted my gaze to Mom, driving my car after I sent my text.
She gave me a meaningful smile. She and Dad had been asking me if how did my date go? Of course, I left a few details about the date—the detail about us kissing.
“You’re blooming, honey. You really like him, don't you?”
“He’s okay, I guess.” Though okay was an understatement. Percie was great, despite our differences.
“Okay doesn’t fit the description, Hailey.” Mom was amused than ever.
I shrugged. “I think he likes me too.”
“He asked you out. Of course,
