IS IT A DATE

PAULA

Sergio is crazy. I can’t believe he drove all the way here on his day off. My father is here, what am I going to tell him? Gosh, Sergio is going to get me into so much trouble.

The doorbell rings and I can already feel my palms getting wet from my sweat. Fidgeting with my fingers, my father lifts his head at me from his laptop and asks:

“Are you not going to get that?”

Dad, I am still thinking of an excuse to tell you why Sergio is here because he told me to wear comfortable clothes, and here am I, in my sweatpants, cami crop top, and sneakers, not knowing why I have to wear like this.

“Uhm, it is probably Sergio. I asked him to come because I need him to drive me to meet up with a client at 1 PM,” And my lie just slips out of my mouth like it is nothing. I am getting good at lying to my father.

“Oh, okay,” He drops his eyes back to the laptop and I get up, going to get the door.

I open up, and for the first time since I met Sergio, he is not wearing formal. He is wearin