The Future

Evie

“For a first date, yes. I don’t want him to meet me and see me stuffing my face,” Nelle said.

“Oh, that’s a good point,” I said.

“But I do want to meet him. You’ve got me excited to meet the little brother of your perfect man.”

“He’s a good guy. I like him and I know you will.”

We sipped our drinks, our eyes drifting around the bar as it began to fill up. It was still early, but I considered myself an old lady. I couldn’t stay out until the wee hours of the morning. I had to work tomorrow. I did not want to show up with a hangover. After learning a hangover was just really not worth it and completely preventable, I had made a conscious decision to avoid them like the plague.

“Do you think Xander is the guy that will father your future children?”

I nearly choked on my drink. “What? What are you talking about? Why would you ask me that?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I was just thinking about our future.”

“Our future, like me and you?”

“Yes. Me and you. You are pretty wrapped up in