“Yeah. They’re renting a place in the city for a couple of weeks,” he explained. “It’s been forever since we’ve all been together.”
“That’s great, Wynter.”
“It gets better,” he said, his tone lifting. “I want you to come with me.”
“To meet your dad?” I asked, my stomach doing that stupid fluttery thing again.
“More than that,” he said. “I want to introduce you to him. Officially.”
I blinked, my heart skipping a beat. “As your…?”
“My girlfriend,” he finished, the word deliberate and sure.
The silence stretched for a moment, but not because I didn’t know how I felt. I knew exactly how I felt. Warm. Happy. Nervous, maybe, but mostly happy.
“I’d like that,” I said finally.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I repeated, my voice softer now.
“Good,” he said, and I could hear the relief in his tone. “I’ll send you the details. And, Yesoh?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m lucky, very lucky. To have you in my life and for you to be giving me the chance to win your heart.”
“You don’t have to win my heart.” I grumbled. Because for crying out loud the man had had it in the palm of his hands for years and don’t know it. “It’s not a competition."
“She said to the Olympic gold medalist.” he sighed and i knew there was no winning with him.
I laughed despite myself, shaking my head. “Goodbye, Wynter.”
“Goodbye, ballerina,” he said, and I could practically hear his smirk as I hung up.
I turned back into the studio to find Remi waiting, her arms crossed and a knowing grin on her face.
“So,” she said, drawing out the word. “You’re going to meet the family, huh? Big step. Big Serious official girlfreind step.”
“Remi…” I warned.
“I can’t believe you became a girlfriend before me” she asked, batting her lashes innocently. “By the way have you seen the tabloids?”
“What do you mean?” I wondered.
“Girl the press is weighing downheavyon whotheWynter Andy Kwon’s new mystery girl is, I swear it feels like an episode of gossip girl. Those pictures of you guys at the park are everywhere online, but your face isn’t shown though.” She expressed. “Careful, dating someone famous isn’t all butterflies and rainbows the media can be invasive as hell.”
“Sometimes I find it incredibly difficult to believe that we’re not 16 anymore hidden in the comfort of Waverly Peak.” I hummed looking up the photos online taking in millions of views. “That this is the real world, they want in on every minuscule detail of his life for a quick buck.”
“Damn I wish these were my problems, instead, I’m swimming in student loans and combating a very shallow dating pool where being taken to a fancy dinner is like asking for euthanasia.” Remi contemplated and I chucked.
“Do you know how replaceable you are as a friend?” I shot back, but my cheeks were still warm.
“Oh shut up you love me.” She giggled as I smiled at a photo of Wynter and I together that day in the snowy park.
She laughed, grabbing my towel and throwing it at me. “Oh, you’re so gone for him, it’s adorable.”
I didn’t bother denying it.
