Nova
My father believed two things very strongly:
1. He could cook better than everybody. (including my mom)
2. GPS systems were suggestions.
Unfortunately for me, today's argument was about the second one.
Morning traffic crawled around us while sunlight flashed across the windshield in broken pieces.
Beside me, my dad drove with the confidence of a man who absolutely refused to admit he might be lost.
"Dad."
"We're fine."
"That's usually the first sign we are not fine, The GPS literally said turn left." I sigh.
My dad waved me off from the driver's seat immediately.
"I know a short cut."
I leaned back dramatically against the passenger seat.
"That sentence has got us lost multiple times."
Dad gasped loudly.
"You're very disrespectful today."
"You got us lost trying to go to Target."
"That was one time."
"It was three."
He sucked his teeth while turning down another unfamiliar road anyway.
"If I'm late to this interview, and don't get the job because you wanna freestyle the route," I warned, "you'll owe me all the money I could have made."
Dad laughed.
"You owe me an apology in advance actually."
Shockingly—
Ten minutes later we pulled directly into the museum parking lot without getting lost once.
I stared through the windshield suspiciously.
"Oh wow."
He looked entirely too proud of himself.
"Say it."
"I won't."
"Nova."
"This changes nothing."
He laughed while getting out the car.
The museum looked expensive in the kind of quiet way rich places always did.
Huge glass windows reflected sunlight across polished stone floors while soft instrumental music drifted faintly through the lobby.
Everything smelled clean.
Fresh flowers.
Old books.
Coffee somewhere nearby.
I immediately loved it.
Dad walked beside me through the front entrance while I tried not to look visibly nervous.
At the front desk sat a dark-skinned woman wearing all black with silver jewelry layered around her wrists.
She looked effortlessly cool.
"Hi sweetheart," she smiled warmly. "How can I help you?"
"I'm here for an interview."
"Name?"
"Nova Desir."
Recognition crossed her face instantly.
"Ohhh, George mentioned you."
She picked up the phone quickly and spoke quietly into it before hanging up again.
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