I’m sitting in front of my laptop, switching between sipping coffee and chugging Diet Coke. It’s what I like to call the breakfast of champions. My mother is drinking her coffee, black, and looking at me through the screen. She gives me the evil eye when she sees me place my coffee on the table and grab the Diet Coke. “It was… interesting.” “Interesting? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “Well, two of the waitresses are really nice, I’m a terrible bartender, and I got asked out on a date.” I say everything in a rush as one run-on sentence, hoping she will miss the part I said about having a date. By the way her mouth pops open and her eyebrows shoot up; I know she didn’t miss it. “A date? Did you say yes? Is he good looking? What’s his name? Should I have your father do a background check?” I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Yes a date. Yes, I said yes. His name is Lucas, and you don’t need to run a background check on him.” She smiles a half-smile at me over her coffee mug.
