The date

Mason was right on time. I was pleasantly surprised when he got out of the car and went to open the door for me. I’d gone out with a bunch of broke guys and none of them ever felt the need to do that for me. Seeing such a rich and powerful man do it made me feel so honored.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I told him.

He smiled. “I had to. You deserve everything, April Hartfield.”

The driver started the car as soon as Mason and I were comfortably settled in the back seat. The luxurious car smelled perfect. It had the same woodsy scent as it's owner. I was not used to classy things, so it made me feel out of place and more nervous than I should have been.

“You have a great car,” I commented, not liking the silence. It was making me more nervous.

“Thank you,” he said. “What kind of car would you buy if you had all the money in the world?”

“I’ve never thought of that,” I told him. “When I have enough money saved up, I’ll just buy a regular car. I don’t think I’m ever going to afford luxury.