Two hours later, the painting class was done and hungry, Blake and mom went to a lovely outdoor restaurant for lunch, and as they sat at their table enjoying their meals, they had more laughs about Gustavo’s assistant Beatrice; talking about how cruel his parents were to give him such a girly-girl name.
“Anyway, tonight is your date-date, excited?” Blake said smiling, happy to see her mom taking another chance on love.
“I am but I’m also really nervous,” mom said.
“And that’s completely understandable, you have every right to be nervous, this is your first date in forever.”
“Forever indeed. I hope I don’t mess up.”
“Stop saying that, you’re not going to mess up. You’re going to do great,” Blake said.
“But it’s been so long since I’ve been on a date-date.”
“No sweat, dating is just l
