Chapter15

#Chapter15

DEAN'S POV

/"Dean./"

I glanced at Ben, giving him a questioning look. He motioned for me to come over.

/"What's up?/" I leaned against the counter.

He paused for a moment. /"You were with a girl,/" he noted. He was missing his usual playful, teasing tone.

I laughed awkwardly. /"Uh-yes, that's right. I was./"

He pursed his lips in thought. He looked far too intrigued by the counter he was wiping down. /"Was it a date?/"

He didn't seem-happy. That was usual. He was the one eager for me to find a wife. He was the one always encouraging me to start dating.

I cocked my head to the side. /"It was. I met her at the library the other day. We started talking, she was nice so I-I suggested lunch. Her name's Isabelle./"

I smiled faintly. Isabelle had just left, right before Ben called me over. It was a-fairly decent date, I suppose.