pt3

“If you want to take me out on a date then you plan it not me.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to cater it to you so that you at least like the date?”

“I’m a pretty easy-going guy so do whatever you want. If that’s all you wanted to ask me then I’ll be ending the call then.”

“R-right. Then I’ll text you when a good time will be fore me. I hope it lines up with your schedule.”

“Mmhmm. Have a good evening then.” Kenji ended the call. He Had gone to the urgent care clinic to be looked at but was ultimately told to ice his cheek. Nothing was broken. It was a relieve that Kieran actually doesn’t hit as hard as he thinks he does. Kenji was sitting in his car with the seat reclined. His hand was covering his face. “She really asked me out on a date. I bet it had something to do with Rowan.”

Emma Jean stared at her phone. The lock screen was an image of her daddy with cake smeared across his face. She gave a wistful smile remembering how that image came into