“What’d she say?” I asked warily, making a face.
“She wants you to come inside. I’m a wonder with moms, you know. They really seem to like me for some reason.”
I laughed quickly, unable to stop the bubble that escaped and instead covered my mouth with my hand. “I’m sorry, but she doesn’t like you, Ezra. She doesn’t like anyone I know. Secretly, she’s seething with anger and she doesn’t like the people outside our house to know.” I opened the door of his car and slid out, walking around to the other side so that I was just in front of his window. My house was just up the path, but I didn’t feel like going inside just yet. “So I’ll see you?”
“Yeah. I’ll call you.” He smiled and I turned away. The ‘I’ll call you’. It’d had been a long time, but I had gotten that response before. Date number two was a no-go. As I was about to start up the pavement, Ezra grabbed my hand and turned me back around. “Mina. I know what you’re thinking and I’m not just saying that. I promise. I’ll call or text or message or something. I really do want to go on a real first date with you.”
“Okay,” I said, smiling back at him this time as I felt my insides melt to complete mush. “Good night, Ezra.”
“Good night, Mina,” he said as I started the doomed walk up to my house.