More Than That

Evie

My phone vibrated again. It was a phone call. My immediate reaction was it had to be him. “Oh, it’s my dad,” I said when I saw his number. I slid off the stool and headed toward the back corner of the bar near the restrooms to hear better.

“Hey, Dad,” I answered.

“Evie? Is that you?”

“Yes, Dad, who else would have my phone?”

“I hear a lot of noise. Are you working?”

I looked around the bar. “No, I’m at the bar.”

“Oh, visiting Nelle,” he surmised. It was only a little embarrassing that my father knew how straitlaced I was and knew I wouldn’t be hanging out at a bar on a Friday night. I never did get that rebellious streak. I sometimes wondered if I missed out on something good.

“Yes, I am visiting Nelle,” I answered. It was sad I wanted to lie and tell him I was there drinking and hanging all over men. I was not normal.

“Do you have anything going on tomorrow night?” he asked.

I bit my lip. I was hoping to spend some time with Xander, but we had made no firm plans. My dad was my