Page 19 of Perfect Enough
Quickly grabbing my phone, I sent him a text and prayed he wasn’t on a call.
Me: What color are your eyes and hair?
Josh: Um…brown and blue. What color is your hair since I already know your eye color?
I didn’t have time to banter.
Me: We have a code RED, Josh! I repeat, we have a code RED! I told my mother I was dating you. Then she started asking all these questions, then Chloe walked in.
Josh: Soph, take a big breath in and hold it for four seconds, then let it out for four seconds.
Closing my eyes, I did as he said.
Me: I have about a minute.
Josh: I have no idea what that means. But I’m guessing she asked what I look like? I’m six-feet tall, with brown hair and blue eyes. I like baseball, horses, and anything chocolate. My favorite movie is The Lion King. Good start?
Me: The Lion King????
Josh: Hey, do you want me to be your fake boyfriend or not?
I giggled and covered my mouth.
Me: They’re going to see right through me.
Josh: No, they won’t. Be confident. You’ve got this. I have to go, my cousin’s waiting for me. It’s my turn to putt.
Me: You golf?
Josh: If you consider Putt-Putt golfing, then yes, I most definitely golf.
I slowly shook my head and got out of my messages. Then I got out of Google and opened my email, addressing one email to myself and starting to type.
When the knock on my door appeared seconds later, I called out, “Come on in.”
Chloe and my mother walked in as I pretended to focus on what I was typing. Which was, “I can do this. I can do this.” Over and over.
“One more second,” I said, typing away. I leaned back and scanned over my fake email. Then I moved my mouse and hit delete.
“Sent. Sorry, I had a mom upset that her daughter wasn’t picked to lead today.”
My mother nodded, and Chloe looked lost. I started to explain but my mother interrupted.
“Sophia, I want to hear about this young man.”
“Me too!” Chloe stated as she bounced in her seat. “First, what does he look like?”
I rolled my eyes and replied, “Looks are not everything, Chloe.”
Her smile slipped away, her expression exasperated. “No, but it’s bonus points if he’s good-looking.”
I cleared my throat. “It just so happens, he’s very handsome.”
They both leaned toward me. “And?” my mother said with a wave of her hands for me to keep going.
“He’s tall. Six feet.”
“Nice!” Chloe said with a nod of her head.