Aria
“So… who was that?” Libby interrogated me, as soon as I entered the premises that night at around seven-thirty. She was at the window, folding her hands just below her breasts. “You’re just in your first week here, and I can’t believe you’ve already found—”
I raised a finger near her face. “No, no. Don’t! Don’t go there, Mom. It was nothing.” I still tried to deny it.
My feet were already mounting the steps, and she was fast to follow.
“What? I don’t think he is nothing. Tell me about this guy. Is he…?”
I stopped midway to look at her. “We just ate at a diner and talked, okay?”
“Wasn’t it a date?” she probed.
I chuckled and shook my head. She did want me to have a boyfriend already for s
