Want to know who I’ve got
a date with. Want to know
what we’re doing on our
date. Where we’re going.
Exactly when I’ll be home.
Sorry, Mom. Not in the mood
for the third degree. Not
now, anyway. So we’ll
talk about it later. Hey,
maybe there won’t be
anything to lie about.
The Wedge Parkway
Starbucks is a fifteen-
minute drive, with no
traffic. This evening, lots
of traffic, it takes forever.
Trey is already there.
I can see him through
the frosted window,
sipping something
and watching for me.
He stands when I go
inside. A gentleman?
Unusual, but I like it.
He pulls me to him,
kisses me easily on
the mouth, eliciting
jealous stares from
customers and salesgirls.
I inhale his masculine