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“Pop?” She said on her cell phone. “It’s Julia. Yeah, I know, who else. We’ve finished studying,” she winked my way, “but Elliott wants to take me to a restaurant while we’re in Charleston. Is that okay? Uh, huh. Uh, huh. Uh, huh. Around eleven, dad. Okay. See you then. Love you too.”
She hung up and smiled at me.
“Done,” she said. “Should you call your folks?”
“No, I told them I’d be home late, but before curfew and they waved me off.”
“Cool. Well, where to? I’m starving. You wore me out Mr.Gray,” she said with another wink.
“What’s your favorite food Jules?”
“On the count of three,” she teased. “One, two, three....”
“Italian,” we said in unison, then laughed until we almost spilled onto the ground.
“You’re so fun,” she said.
“No. You’re so fun.”
“Where to eat?” She asked, clasping her hands together.
“Excuse me?” I asked a local walking by, “The best place to get Italian?”
“Oh. Yeah. Fazio’s on Bullitt. It’s about five minutes northeast from here,” he said pointing in the direction of Fazio’s. “Just follow Capitol to Smith Street, take a left. Right on Court, left on Piedmont, tight on Bullitt. Fazio’s is on your right.”
I thanked him and dragged Jules to the truck. I threw her into the passenger seat and playfully leaned over her to put her seat belt on for her and kept my face close to hers.
“Comfortable miss Jacobs?”
“Yes, very,” she breathed deeply.
I kept my hand on hers and caught my breathe when I felt things I’d never thought I could share with someone let alone feel. I moved my face close to hers and our breaths washed warmly against each other’s cheeks. I just stared as she bit her bottom lip.
“Oh my God Jules.” I breathed deeply. “You have to stop doing that.”
ghed. Definitely where Jules got her personality from.
“Cross my heart,” I said.
“So boy....” he began.
“What are you yelling up the stairs for? Mom’s not here. There was an emergency at the church, something about broken pipes,” Jules interrupted from behind me.
I turned and saw a pair of long legs stride toward the sitting room. I gulped and started to panic. At that precise moment I felt very self-conscious, having no clue what Julia Jacobs wanted with me. I fiddled with my glasses and pulled at my sweater. She was too radiant to bother with the likes of me. I turned my head and faced Jules’ dad again. He sat with his eyebrows creased. I must have taken too long to turn back around. Whatever the punishment for staring too long at someone’s daughter was I didn’t want to find out because his eyes told me it might be penalty of death. Oops. I had no intentions of disrespecting her father and after that held little to no eye contact with Jules to remedy how uncomfortable I had made him.
“Are you ready?” Jules asked.
“Sure,” I said, wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans.
“So, where are you going?” Her dad asked.
“Dad, you know where. I told you this morning. The Kanawha County Library in Charleston.”
“Okay,” he sighed, “but if you’re going to be home past seven you need to call Julia.”
“No problem pop,” she reached up and pecked him on the cheek.
I took Jules’ bag from her, politely shook Mr. Jacobs’ hand and led Jules to my truck. I opened the door for her and swung her bag into the bed. I hopped in, waved to a glaring Mr. Jacobs and headed toward Main.
