I smile inwardly at my achievement, yes, my achievement. The press and fashion houses and purple may give glory and praise to Paris, but I know my accomplishment.
My phone rings and I pick it up to see my caller ID is Mycole. I feel a happy tingle in my stomach and I pick it up.
“Hello?” I can’t help sounding girly.
“Hey.” Comes Mycole’s voice from the other line. “Someone’s happy to hear my voice.”
I roll my eyes, knowing he is smiling at the other end of the line.
“Is that why you called, to see if I’m gonna be happy?” I act like I’m offended, which normally works.
“No, I kind of, didn’t... I’m sorry.” I can feel his breathing quicken and I know he is nervous about something.
“Why did you call?”
“Can I take you out after work?” We both ask in unison.
“What?” My eyes widen and my jaw almost drops.
“You know, like come and pick you out on a date....” He hesitates a little before saying. “It’s okay if you’re busy and all.”