"Honey where are you going?" my mothers mop of blonde hair peers around the corner and into my room
"Out" I reply dryly not amused at the fact that even though I'm 21 years old she still insists on asking me silly questions like this.
There comes a point in every young adults life where you expect a certain level of respect. To you my mother's question might seem like just a innocent question, but I know her better than that.
She's prying for details like parents do when you tell them you're going to your first party. Or when you tell them about the date that the guy in 3rd period algebra asked you on.
My point being, she's treating me like I'm still a teenager in high school. Not like an adult.
"With who?" she asks
"a friend mom"
"Is it a date?"
"Yes basically"
"With Kev?"
"No with a different guy" she raises her eyebrow at me encouraging me to continue but I dismiss her by heading into my bathroom to finish my makeup.
I ensure to close the door behind me so she understands that I don't want to be questioned any further. But yet still I hear her muffled voice through the door asking what time I'll be home.
It's already 7:15 and I was supposed to meet my date at 7 at the restaurant. Obviously I have no tine left to waste.
Slipping into a lace off white skater dress I grab my red purse and red pumps then take a last glance at my appearance.
Beautiful as always I say blowing my reflection a kiss.
My curls wildly bounce up and down as I run down the stairs and I whisper a silent prayer begging God to spear my hairstyle.
"Be back before midnight!" My mom yells
"What's that mom!?! Can't hear you" I lie slamming the door behind me.
Living with my parents at this age isn't exactly my cup of tea. If I had the money I'd move out in the blink of an eye but unfortunately I'm not rich, its all my parents' money and as much as I enjoy basking in it, when I move out I want it to be with my own money.
Speeding down the highway I make it to the restaurant in record time. Taking a few minutes to take off my flip flops and change into my pumps.
Because lets be real who the fuck drives in pumps? That shit is uncomfortable!
In one swift movement I'm out the car and heading inside the restaurant. I stop at the door for only a second to collect myself then I push the door open. I'm greeted by gush of cold air that travels through the thin material of my dress and sends chills down my spine.
I scan the restaurant quickly until I spot the familiar head of dirty blond curls that I've been itching to play with since last week.
"Hey Mark, I'm so sorry I'm late. I got caught up in traffic, " I lie sweetly, code for 'I spent the entire day watching vampire diaries until the last minute then I hurried here'.
He smiles at me sweetly assuring me that he only just got here so it's no big deal.
'The shack' is quite empty tonight with only a few couples scattered around tables in the dining area. Despite the restaurant's name the interior is actually quite exquisite and so is the food. Its a contrast that I've always admired.
Upon hearing the name you'd assume that they serve burgers and fries but they don't even have that on their menu. It's my favorite restaurant and I come here 5 out of 10 times on dates.
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