"I got you this." He handed me a hardcover book. It looked familiar and I recognized it as a Martha Howards' novel. It was one that I already had, but still, the thought was nice.
"Thanks." I set it on my lap.
He rolled his eyes. "Open it," he instructed. I pulled open the cover and unlike the copy I had at home, this one had a note and signature. I read it and I could feel my heart swell.
"Thanks! I really appreciate this," I said, trying to express my gratitude. "Did you have dinner with your mother already? How was it?"
"I did. It went well, very well. We talked about a lot of things. I'm really glad that I went," he pointed to the book, "I told her about you and she gladly offered to sign a book."
"Tell her that I'm very happy and that I think this is so nice of her."
He grinned. "I will."
"James?"
"Yes?"
I think I like you. You're someone that I think could be good for me. You make me happy. "You're awesome."
