Heart Like Yours \\ M. Lucic

"So 7:00 at Ruth's Chris Steak House?" my mother said sweetly. "I think it's on...Summer Street, right?"

"School Street," I corrected, rubbing my head.

"Well we'll see you at 7:00."

"Yeah. I love you," I sighed.

"I love you too. This is so exciting!"

"Yeah. Bye mom."

She hung up, and I looked at Milan.

"What the fuck did I just get us into?" I practically cried.

"A dinner with your family. I don't understand why it's so bad," he shrugged.

"They're my family, that's why! Oh...no. This isn't gonna go well," I sighed. "I just know it! I know it."

"Calm down, Dax," he rolled his eyes.

"Calm down...obviously you've never met my family," I muttered.

"No. That's why we're doing this dinner. It'll be fine...I hope. Any tips?"

"Yeah. Don't cuss, be polite, and um...my brother's a Montreal fan," I blurted. His eyes widened.

"Oh shit."