Me: So Addison and Hayden left for their trip earlier today. It feels weird having the house all to myself. It’s just so…empty.
Arden: Yeah, I bet,
I tap the phone to my chin. I’m starting to think maybe I am actually bothering him. I should probably just wrap up this going-nowhere conversation.
But then my phone dings.
Arden: What are you doing right now?
I decide to be totally truthful.
Me: Pretty much nothing. I am literally sitting in my bedroom, staring at the walls.
Arden: Now that doesn’t sound like much fun.
Me: It’s not.
Arden: Would you want to go to lunch? I was about to make something, but really it’s too nice out to stay inside. There’s a café not far from here that has outdoor seating. What do you think?
Ah, now he’s opening up.
And I like his suggestion.
Me: Yes! I’d love to go to lunch with you.
I hope that doesn’t sound too enthusiastic. I really suck at playing it cool.
Arden: Great, I can swing by and pick you up in about five minutes.
I guess my response was fine after all. But holy crap, five minutes isn’t much time. He must suck at playing it cool too.
That makes me smile.
Still, I would like to freshen up and put on a different shirt. I have on an old, faded vintage concert tee with my jean shorts, and though the shorts are fine, I’d like to switch to a long-sleeve pink top with a boat neck that I recently purchased. I have a pair of wedge sandals that will match perfectly.
So I type back…
Me: How about ten minutes?
Arden: Sure. See you then.
As I lower my phone, I’m smiling again. That went well, even after the shaky start. Maybe Arden just had to loosen up. I know I did.
I guess we’ll see if our more relaxed repartee continues at lunch.
I hope so, as I really want to get along well with him.
I want to be friends.
But that’s all.
For some reason, I need to repeat that mantra to myself, like about ten more times.
Okay, maybe twenty.
Arden
Willow asks me to give her ten minutes, but I make it fifteen. I don’t want to rush her.