Page 94 of Blind Date
“Right.” He smiled, placing his hand on my belly.
The three of us climbed into the back of the brand new Escalade, and Ben drove us to the Starlight Cafe.
"Why don’t you join us for dinner, Ben?” Wes asked.
“I’d love to. Thanks, Wes.”
We stepped inside the Starlight Café, and I immediately furrowed my brows for the place was empty except for the staff, Finn, Greta, Kylie, and several of my students from first period. I had no idea what was going on. Iglanced at the chalkboard. It took my brain a second to register what it said.
TONIGHT’S SPECIALS
One English teacher.
One former commitment-phobe.
A lifetime of bad literary references.
“Wes, what did you do?” I asked.
Kylie stepped forward, holding a stack of poster boards. My stomach tied itself in knots.
“Oh, no,” I quietly spoke.
“Oh, yes.” Zoey grinned.
Wes took the poster boards one by one from Kylie and held them up in front of me.
Poster one:
YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT ME.
Poster two:
I WAS AFRAID.
Poster three:
BUT YOU LOVED ME ANYWAY.
Poster four:
YOU GAVE ME A FAMILY.
Poster five:
YOU GAVE ME THE FEELING OF BEING HOME.
Poster six:
YOU GAVE ME A DAUGHTER WHO BULLIES ME DAILY.
“In my defense, you make it easy,” Zoey said, and everyone laughed.
Poster seven:
I DON’T NEED FOREVER TO BE PERFECT.
Poster eight:
