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“Lyndsey! Where the hell are you? Al told me you two got coffee the other day in Laurel Canyon. What the hell are you doing out there? Is it a work thing?”
“Um, I’m staying with Vince.” My palms are already sweating.
“So, it is a work thing.”
“Not exactly.” I need to do it now, or I’ll never say it, and Vince will be relegated to a Bert-and-Ernie-level roommate for the rest of our lives. “We’re dating—Vince and I. We’re together romantically. As well as professionally. I mean, I’m still working on the tour. Tour comes first.”
“LYNDSEY!” My mom shrieks. I can’t tell if she’s irritated or excited.
I wait for a beat.
“This is the best news ever! Oh my God. I have never been more proud of you! Wait, does this mean I get to meet him?!” my mom gushes. She starts talking a mile a minute, throwing around words like ‘son-in-law’ and ‘Vegas’ and ‘wedding.’
“Mom, slow down! It’s still fresh. But yes, you can meet him. We’re here until Saturday, and he’s been asking to meet you.”
“He has?”
As if he’s been summoned, Vince pops his head into the room. “Is that your mum?” I nod.
“Can I talk to her?”
“He wants to talk to you.”
My mom starts screaming again as I hand Vince the phone. He paces and nods, genuinely gushing about me, and I’m touched.
He hands me the phone again.
“So, you’re good to go to yoga on Friday and then come over?” My mom asks.
“Oh, sure!”
“It was Vince’s idea. I told him about my class. I’ll make vegan chili afterward and everything; Vince can see the house!” My mom gushes.
“Sure, we’ll see you then.”
“I gotta start cleaning! Bye, Lynds, love you!”
“Love you, too.”
I hang up the phone and turn back to Vince, “You want to go do yoga at the Pasadena Community Center on a Friday night?”
“Well, I told you we’d do yoga together! And I’m excited to meet your mum; it’s a win-win.”
Chapter 12
Vince
Pasadena, CA
On Friday, I don my nicest pair of track shorts and a clean, black tank top with no profanity.
I pack a pair of black jeans and a button-down into a tote bag for later. I tie my hair back in a ponytail and do some light stretches as I dig out a spare yoga mat for Lyndsey in the closet of the meditation room.
I can’t help myself. I’m nervous.
It’s been a long time since I’ve met a girlfriend’s mom and a longer time since I’ve known anyone as important to me as Lyndsey is quickly becoming. I want to make a good impression. But at the same time, Mikki’s a fan.
What if she’s read the interviews where I’ve put my foot in my mouth over and over? What if I say something dumb? What if I fall asleep in Shavasana like an asshole, inadvertently insulting her skills as a yoga teacher?
