Chapter 45

• I have a date. Tonight.
• After Mateo and I talked, he insisted he finally take me out. I guess it’s official. Mateo and I are dating. God, that’s so weird. They need to invent some new words for grown-ups who are dating. Boyfriend? Girlfriend? It all sounds so juvenile. My significant other—too old. My special someone—too corny. My lover—too French. My plus-one—too formal. My beau—too old-fashioned. And if I start calling him my bae, just shoot me. Who invented that stupid word?
• I’m dressed cute for work, but want something special for tonight. So, I sneak out of the office to buy something new to wear, preferably something to knock his socks off. Perhaps his pants, too. Atlanta has some great shopping close to the office, and the first store I came upon has some amazing stuff. That’s how you know it’s going to be a good shopping day when the first store you go to just works.