Will rubs the back of his neck. “Because I might have done something that might piss you off.”
“Okay, what is it?” I ask, bracing myself.
“Well, the respite worker is coming tonight instead of tomorrow as planned,” he says, catching me off guard.
“Wait, what?” I ask, shaking my head.
“I called her and asked if she would be willing to switch nights, and she said she was.” Before I can say anything, he raises his hand, stopping me. “Tonight we are both going out and enjoying ourselves. You with Wyatt, and me with some of the guys from work.”
“Don’t you work tonight?”
“No, I got the night off. One of the guys needed to switch nights, and I agreed,” he tells me.
“So we are both going out?”
“Yes. You have a date with Wyatt. Well, you will if he’s not busy,” he says.
“I don’t know, Will…”
“Lyla, be spontaneous. It’s not very often we get to act our age. Just text or call your boyfriend and see if he’s busy. If he is, then go to a movie or something by yourself.”
I grab my phone from my back pocket and pull up his messages.
Me
Hey, what are the chances you are free tonight?
He responds back instantly.
Your boyfriend
If you’re available, consider me yours. What’s up?
Me
I guess there was a change in the schedule, and the respite worker is coming tonight instead of tomorrow. Do you want to do something?
Your boyfriend
Leave it to me. I’ll pick you up around six.
Me
Sounds good. <3
“So what did he say?” Will asks.
“He will pick me up around six.”
“Cool. Have fun tonight, and don’t worry about rushing home. I’ll take care of it.”
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind.”
Will rolls his eyes. “I got this. Trust me. Now go get ready.”
Blowing out a deep breath, I head upstairs. What does one wear to a spontaneous, last-minute date?
After a lot of back and forth, I settle on a pair of high-waisted black pants and a black top that dips low in the front. It has see-through mesh between my boobs to stop any wardrobe malfunctions from happening. I slide on a pair of black heeled boots and look at myself in the mirror.
