Reckless Minds

A Date, A Surprise Visitor, and A Story

I look through my closet. Nick asked me out yesterday, so I need to wear something nice so I can make a good impression. I make a frustrated noise.

"Mom!" She comes upstairs.

"What's up?"

"I can't find anything to wear and I'm getting mad."

"It's just coffee."

"I want to look nice but not too nice." She smiles.

"Come here." We go into her room and she looks through her closet.

"There it is." She pulls out a dark red dress with a black belt at the stomach area.

"Mom, this is beautiful." She smiles. I rub the fabric between my fingers. A thin piece of lace covers the red fabric and I smile.

"You'd let me wear this?"

"You'd look beautiful in it." I smile and she hands it to me.

"Go try it on!" She shouts excitedly. I run off to my room and I pull it on my body. I smile at it. I walk out of my room and Mom gasps.

"Emmy, you look gorgeous!"

"Do you think I could borrow a pair of heels?"

"Ember..." I pout at her.

"No."

"Fine, I'll wear my own heels." I run into my room and I pull on a pair of black heels then I check my phone.

"Oh my god!" I flash downstairs and I grab my purse.

"Good luck, Ember, tell me all about it when you get home."

"I have to go or I'm gonna be late." She gives me a quick hug then I flash out of the house toward the park we met in yesterday. I see him and my heels click against the sidewalk as I walk over to him.

"Hey Nick." He smiles.

"Hello Ember." I smile back.

"So are you ready to go to the top?" I laugh a little.

"You didn't say we'd be going to the top."

"Would you mind?" He takes my hand and I smile.

"I wouldn't mind at all." I intertwine our fingers and we head over to the lift.

"So I was thinking," he turns toward me, "we could get some coffee then we could ride all the way to the top and enjoy the view." I smile at him. We ride to the restaurant and we get some lattes.

"So how long have you lived in Paris?"

"This is day 2." I reply.

"So am I the first person you met?"

"You're the first person I've met that speaks English. Technically the first person I met was the delivery guy for my art studio."

"Where did you live before?" God, his accent is so hot.

"Milan. And before that, Virginia."

"So you've traveled?"

"I've been here and there. Mostly in between Rome and Milan." He laughs.

"So how many boyfriends have you had?"

"Uh, just one. He was the same age as you. He lived with my Mom and Dad and I. He left 3 months ago and before that said that he didn't want to be tied down in high school. I think it had more to do with the fact that I wouldn't sleep with him." He wraps a hand around my chin.