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‘Veto,’ I say instantly.
‘You barely looked!’
I lift my head, glancing her over, my honest thoughts probably all over my face. ‘Are you about to referee a fancy schmancy soccer game?’
‘No.’
‘Are you becoming a zebra?’
She laughs. ‘Nooo.’
‘Prison fashion show organizer?’
A sigh leaves her lips. She’s tired of this game.
‘Then, once again, veto. Onto the next.’
As she reluctantly disappears inside her closet, my phone buzzes next to me with a text.
You busy tonight?
Hmm. A text from a random unknown number. Interesting.
Depends on who this is.
I stare at the phone, watching the bubble of someone typing pop up.
Only your fav bartender who could use an unromantic distraction and possibly some advice from a guy. Can you bring one with you? ;)
Jade. Can I bring a guy with me? Ha-ha. I laugh to myself, typing a response. I can’t believe she kept my number and is finally using it.
‘What are you grinning at?’ Mom asks as my fingers tap the keyboard on my phone frantically.
No way am I telling my mother who I’m talking to. She’ll have advice, and I don’t need advice right now. If Jade needs a distraction, I’m happy to oblige.
I do know a guy. Perhaps I’ll bring him in for a drink. ;)
‘River! Is that her?’
‘Who’s her?’ I ask, my eyes on my phone.
‘Marissa! The woman I set you up with. Did things go well?’
I almost forgot about Marissa. I haven’t thought much about her since she stood me up. Time to tell Mom she’s fired from my dating life.
‘I would stick with being a singer, Ma, because matchmaking isn’t your gift. Marissa never showed.’
‘She didn’t show?’ she snaps, then she focuses on one thing and shoots me a glare. ‘Do not call me, Ma, Riv. We’re not the Ingalls family. I can’t believe she didn’t show. I’m going to email the woman right now,’ she says, marching to her laptop.
‘No you’re not,’ I say, stopping her in her tracks. ‘You’re officially fired from my dating life. Now back to showing me every ugly dress you’ve ever owned.’
‘Fired? That’s ridiculous. And my dresses are gorgeous, you’ve just lost your taste…’
I ignore her words as a new text from Jade buzzes through.
Don’t come in. I’m not working tonight.
Meet me at Red Robin on 185th at seven.
