Nineteen - First date

The day passed quickly and before I knew it, it was 6:57 p.m. on Friday and the doorbell rang.

I grabbed my phone and left a note for Genevieve before answering the door to Eric, who smiled at me. He wore a white button down shirt beneath his jacket with black jeans and boots, his cheeks pink from the cold.

"Hey," he said. "You look great."

"So do you," I said, stepping outside and turning to lock the front door.

"Where is everyone?" He asked.

"Nova is spending the night at her friend's house and my father and Genevieve are at City Hall," I answered, pocketing my key. "The election is only a few weeks out now."

We began to walk down the sidewalk together. "Are you still worried about it?" Eric asked.

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