He waves and heads back to his truck while I get back to work.It’s only noon now, and I have a few things left to do here before I head home and clean up.I’m hoping to be at Lilliana’s apartment by six tonight to take her out to dinner, but I have a feeling that I won’t be able to wait that long to see her again.
I grab my phone and smile when I see that she responded to my good morning text.
Foster:Did you sleep in?
Lilliana: A little bit.I was so tired!
Foster: Glad that you got some rest then.Are we still on for dinner tonight?
Lilliana: Yep!I’m going out to lunch with Cameron right now, but then I’ll be free for the rest of the day.
Foster: Have fun with Cameron.I’ll see you later.
Lilliana: See you!
I tossmy phone back onto the cart next to the car that I was working on and take a deep breath.I try to focus on work as I climb back under the car, but all I can think about is seeing Lilliana again.
By four, I throw in the towel, close up my shop, and head home.It’s time to get cleaned up and then to go get my girl.
SIX
Lilliana
“Crap!”I grumble when I look outside and realize that I never returned the U-Haul.I had forgotten about it when I first woke up, too busy getting settled into my new apartment.I had meant to run errands today too, but then inspiration had struck, and I spent most of the afternoon sketching out a new design.
I grab my keys and head downstairs, determined to return the trailer and then maybe grab some groceries.I slide behind the wheel and I’m about to start it when Foster’s truck pulls up behind me.
“Where are you off to?”He asks me, leaning against my driver’s side door.
“I need to return the U-Haul.Want to come with me, and then we can grab something to eat?”I ask him.
“Sure.Slide over.I’ll drive.”
I hop over the center console, and he scoots the seat all of the way back.I’m tired of driving so I’m happy that he’s taking over.
He steers the car down the street.The U-Haul station is in the next town over, and I stare out the window as we go, smiling at all of the familiar sights.
“What are you hungry for?”He asks me as we pull into the station.
“A burger from Toasty Buns,” I tell him right away, and he smiles.
“Of course.I should have known.”
Toasty Buns was my favorite restaurant when we were in high school.They have the best milkshakes and burgers.I missed it while I was living on the East Coast.
“I’ll go in and take care of the trailer,” Foster says, already climbing out of the car.
“Thanks, but I think that I have to sign something.”
We head inside, and Foster asks where to park the trailer then heads outside to drop it off while I sign the papers and turn in the keys.
I head back out to my car and Foster opens my door for me.
“Thanks,” I say as I slide into the car.
“Ready to eat?”
“Yep!”
