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Chapter 18
"You were supposed to turn back there Grandma," I say with furrowed brows when we miss the right turn towards the restaurant.
"Was I?" she asks.
I look over at Jolie, and she stares back at me with the grin that she's been wearing all day. One that screams she knows something I don't.
"What is going on you guys?" I ask.
"Just enjoy the ride grandma's boy."
I look back and forth between her and Jolie for another second before shrugging and sitting back. We pull up to a restaurant I've never been to before in another fifteen minutes. Clearly a seafood restaurant, I smile over at Jolie.
"Wanted to have a little reminder of Mermaid Town today," she whispers.
We get out of the car, and I open the door to the restaurant. We're seated after a five minute wait and biscuits that look like they are covered in butter are placed on the table. None of us waits another second after the hostess walks away before we grab one. We all give a collective moan as we chew.
"I am going to find the chef and make them give me the recipe for this before we leave," my grandma promises.
I believe her.
"So how does it feel to be twenty-two?" my grandma asks.
"So far, amazing," I answer.
Because if my morning was any indication of how twenty-two's going to look for me, then I'm set.
"Okay, so what are your goals for this year?" she asks.
I look over at Jolie. "Every year on our birthdays, we set at least three goals we want to meet that year."
"That's really cool. So let's have ‘em."
"Hmm. Get back into school."
"Excellent goal by the way," my grandma states.
"Agreed," Jolie adds.
"Go on one of those trips to Vegas."
"Now we're talking." My grandma grins.
"And make Jolie fall even more madly in love with me."
Jolie's smile grows beside me. "Well, you can already check that one off your list then."
"I like those goals. Especially the love one,” my grandma says.
I arch a brow at her. "If I remember correctly, you still need to reach your goal of learning to sew before your next birthday."
She cringes. "All I was doing in classes was turning myself into a pin cushion. That goal is going in the trash."
We laugh as the waiter walks up. Quickly looking at the menu, I choose some blackened salmon tacos while Jolie and my grandma order.
"So, how did the paperwork you picked up from Lovett look?" my grandma inquires.
"Good. I got credit for all of my classes, so if Berkeley goes by the same system, I'll need three more semesters to graduate, eight more classes."
