Lonely Boy

We're at dinner a few weeks later and Mom's looking at me with a smile. "What?" I ask. She just shakes her head and smiles even more.

"Mom, what?"

"Rhett asked about you," she says and I feel my heart leap from my chest.

"Oh," I say, trying to space out my words as not to seem eager. "Well, what did he say?" I try so hard to hide my excitement.

I've avoided going to Mom's work for the past couple of weeks so I don't have to face the disappointment when Rhett doesn't show up, but I never stop my mind from wandering to him.

He occupies my thoughts constantly.

"He just wondered who you were."

"What did you tell him?"

"That you were a girl waiting for her mother to get out of work."

I go back to eating my dinner with a scarlet face.