The Pickup Line

Chapter Fourteen

I've seen better days, So unafraid in my youth.  I can't breathe, much less believe the truth.  Better days, so unafraid in my youth.  I can't breathe, much less believe the truth

Lydia - Highly Suspect 

- Sawyer - 

The next day I walked around on cloud nine.  Usually I would be stressing out to the point that I might have even canceled, but not today.  Today I made my coffee and dressed for work as usual but did everything with a good attitude.  My drive to work always had traffic on Friday's but today I just turned the music up and enjoyed the ride.  I actually got over eight hours of sleep last night as well, so no bags under my eyes.

"Hello?" I answered.  My office was only a block away when my phone rang.  The music cut off and my mom's voice filled the entire truck.

"Hey monkey," my mom said.  I smiled at the nickname and moved forward an inch.  

"Hi madre," I responded.  My phone dinged with a text message as the light turned green.  

"You're in a good mood," she said, her voice tinted with questions.  I looked over at the woman in the SUV beside me, her and her child singing along to something on the radio.  My heart pulled as I thought about me and my kids doing that one day.

"Brayden and I have a date tonight," I said, a light blush tinting my cheeks. I took a left and pulled into the parking garage.  

"Awww my babies growing up!" she squealed.  I disconnected my speaker and hoped out of my truck.  I wore all comfortable clothes today per Hannah's command.  'If you're comfy during the day, nothing will bother you tonight' she said.  I didn't really think that worked but I followed her rules. 

"Mom come on, I dated Andrew," I said. I moved through all to vehicles and made my way towards the elevator.  I still needed to call the Hipstirs and let them look at their logo...

"Don't remind me of that dick.  I can't believe you didn't let me call him and cuss him out like he deserves," she spit out.  Mom liked Andrew at the beginning but stopped immediately when she realized that when we were together he didn't let me answer my phone.

"That wouldn't of done anyone any good," I said.  Growing up with a mom that wanted to cuss out every friend and friends parent for anything wrong they ever did to me taught me to know that an angry mom should never have their phone.  Or that persons phone number.

"It would of made me feel better.  Have you seen him lately?" she asked me.  I shifted to hold the phone between my ear and my shoulder so I could unlock the door.  

"I saw him the same night I met Brayden, and he's texted me a few times since then," I told her, setting down all my stuff. 

"Coffee!" Tamera yelled.  She gets our breakfast and lunch each day when we need it.  Most of us rarely left for lunch, both because she gets it for us and because we're so into our work we forget to eat.  I shifted the phone away from us and grabbed my usual, thanking her.

"You don't answer him, do you?" mom asked.  I slipped a straw into my caramel frap and turned my computer on. 

"No ma'am, I ignore him," I said.  Mom and I had been on the phone for thirty minutes, and I had to get to work soon if I wanted to leave early today.  On Friday's our boss lets us leave at three-thirty, as long as we felt like we were at a good stopping point. "Hey mom, can I call you after work?  I have this huge assignment I want to get at least halfway done with before I leave," I asked. I pulled out the Hipstirs phone number and waited.

"Sure monkey, just call me before your date.  I love you," she said.  Even though I had been away from home for awhile now, the 'I love you' was still a little hard.  

"I love you too, bye," I hung up.  I dialed the Hipstirs number and set up a time for them to pop in today.  Some people make a companies logo and put it on everything and get their approval last, but they rarely like it the way they have it. I got to work quickly and took a break only when they arrived.  Turns out, they loved my logo.  Didn't want me to change a thing, which made working on it throughout the day easier.  I worked and worked, making the day pass much faster.  Nothing ruined my day, and I was out the door by three-twenty-four.  

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To pass the time when I got home I caught up on some reading.  I read for as long as I could to keep my mind off of the date, feeling like a young teenager going on her first date.  When the time came, Gracie did my hair and make up.  Everything very simple yet gorgeous, giving me the casual look that matched my outfit.  Hannah came like she told me she would and even as I complained, helped me put on my outfit.  I stood in front of the mirror for a long time, my way of building up confidence.  By seven-twenty on the dot, I was pacing around the apartment.  I was in a good mood and was full of so much built up energy I couldn't sit still.

"Sawyer if you don't stop pacing you're going to give me a headache," Gracie groaned from the couch.  

"Shouldn't you be getting ready?" I asked.  I leaned against the living room door frame and faced the front door.  Gracie and Dave had their first official date tonight, as a couple.

"Probably," she grinned.  She hopped up and grabbed me into a big hug before leaving. "Have fun tonight.  Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" she yelled as she shut the bathroom door.  I pulled out my phone to check the time.  7:28.  

I jumped lightly as I heard a knock on the door.  I smiled lightly and fixed all my invisible wrinkles before opening the door.  A short man stood before me wearing a Tuxedo and a smile. 

"Miss Sawyer?" I nodded at him as his smile grew.   Though I was very confused I let him lead me down stairs and watched as he opened the back door for me.

To a limo.  

I grinned hugely and got in.  I sat in awe as he drove to wherever our destination was.  Having only been in a limo for prom in high school, this thing was wonderful.  It was the kind of limo that didn't look rented, it looked as if someone owned it and took extreme measures to keep the inside and outside clean.  It even smelled expensive.  

My package has been picked up.  

My phone dinged with Brayden's text.  I shook with excitement and didn't respond.  For someone who told me to dress casual, I felt extremely under dressed. 

My package has been delivered.  

My phone went off again.  I felt the limo stop right then, signaling that I had apparently been delivered. I slid to the door and watched it open.  Ever so slowly, Brayden came into my line of view.  

"Sawyer," he breathed, as if out of breath.  At least he really was dressed casual.  In dark jeans and a tight white shirt, he looked absolutely delicious.  

"Hi," I said.  Hi? What the hell was I thinking?  Hi  was all I could come up with?  I looked up and saw his eyes sparkled a little, excited to show me what his secret date was. I grabbed a hold of his extended hand and let him pull me up and out of the vehicle. His eyes left mine and traveled up and down my body, his gaze holding a little longer in some places.  

"You look gorgeous," he said.  After meeting my eyes again, his looked glazed over.  As if looking at me was a drug.  

"You don't look to bad yourself," I smirked.  His hand gripped mine tighter as he leaned over and kissed my cheek.   He motioned for me to turn, slowly easing me forward so I could face our destination.  I took it all in, suddenly getting the urge to cry.  It was all so beautiful.'

"It's amazing," I said.  He tugged me a little closer and walked us toward our final destination.  I had a feeling that tomorrow my face would be sore from smiling so much.

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