Last First Date

“Yeah, Ma, coming in a minute.” I like waiting until the last minute, enjoy being alone until I can’t anymore.

I can hear my father pacing in the living room. I smell the cookies my mother decided to make 20 minutes ago. So far, all is the same. I smile.

I take one last look in the mirror. I fix my smudged eyeliner and push back a few strands of hair.

Heels or wedges I text my friend Dina.