Names were changed to protect the innocent
"Can i get you anything else?"
"Yeah, how about your number?" What was my aunt doing? I had playfully mentioned how cute the drive-thru attendent was a few moments earlier. I didn't think she would take that as an open invitation to get the digits for me.
I sat there speechless, embarrassed, and nervous.
"What?" she said as if she was hard of hearing at the young age of seventeen.
"My nephew think you cute and he about to go off to college and he need a friend to talk to before he leave."
Our eyes met for the first time. I was blushing like my crush had finally noticed me, though that was my first time seeing her. I wanted to tell her it was just a joke or don't worry about it, but I couldn't cause I really did want to holla. I don't remember what happened next or what was said, but next thing I know my mama, who was driving, passed back the number written on receipt paper fed through the printer with the name Smiley written on it. That look you get when you open that one present you wanted for Christmas painted across my face. I don't think even the Chesser cat would consider competing with that smile. I was excited.
"Bye" I guess she was too, because she didn't bother handing our food out the window.
Needless to say we all got a good laugh on the way home. I could barely believe it, there I sat between my grandpa and my lil brother in the back seat of that green explorer programming the number into my phone. I began to wonder was this even the right number. A fear started to creep up; had she just written a number down to save me the embarrassment of rejection in front of my family.
"Is this Smiley?" The first ever text, my suspicions must've been showing. "Yes lol" she replied. Then "Who else would it be?"
"Oh just making sure."
"Lol you thought I gave you the wrong number?" I actually did but I wasn't bout to admit it to her fine ass.
Should I keep writing?
