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You guys want to join us?” Lilly asked.  
    I didn’t want to impose on their date, and I didn’t want Osric to feel like he had to go. “I think I will pass, but thanks anyway. We will walk out with you guys though. Since Brenda is indisposed at the moment, I’m sure everyone else will be leaving soon too.”  
    Osric opened the back door for us. We made our way through the house and said our goodbyes to everyone before leaving. Once outside, we parted ways with Lilly and Ryan.  
    Osric turned and asked, “Would you like that coffee now?”
    I looked up at him as he stared at me. “I would like that.”  
    He opened the passenger door, letting me inside the car. He got in shortly after and paused for a moment while he stared at me. “You look really nice tonight Honor.”  
    I knew my face turned scarlet. I didn’t take compliments well, especially from a man like him. “Thanks,” I whispered. “You look handsome too, but Brenda already told you that.” I giggled as I thought about Brenda tonight.  
    “You think she will be okay?” he asked.  
    “I’m sure she will be. She probably won’t feel too hot in the morning though,” I replied.  
    He smiled at me as we drove off.

Chapter 5

    We sat at a table by the window as we waited for our coffee. I watched as women passed by outside, gawking at the attractive man sitting in front of me.
    “How long have you known Lilly?”  
    I turned my attention back to him. “I met her about eight months ago when she was hired at the library for the page position. It was nice to have someone come along that was my age, or close to my age anyway.”  
    The waiter placed the cups of coffee in front of us both. Osric told him, “Thank you,” then turned his focus back to me by asking, “How old would that be?”
    “I am twenty-three, soon to be twenty-four on October 30th,” I told him. “How about you, how old are you?”
    He stared at me for a moment. “How old do you think I am?”  
    I hated when people would ask me to guess their age, it was a trick question. If you guessed older, you were a jerk. You always have to go lower, but not so low that they know you’re trying to be nice. I took a deep breath. “Hmmm…I would say you are…twenty-six?”  
    A mischievous smile crept upon his face. “I am older.”  
    I was pretty sure he was lying and was about to call him on it when my phone rang. I pulled it out of my purse and saw it was my mom. “It’s my mother, I need to take it. I’m sorry!” He was taking a drink of coffee and shook his head. I got up and walked outside.  
    “Hi mom, are you okay? It’s kind of late for you to be calling.”  
    I heard her clear her throat. “I am fine, I was just thinking about you and wanted to check in to see if you’re doing okay. How are you?”  
    I smiled at the thought of my mom sitting around the house looking over my old school pictures. My dad had told me when I had left for college she would mope around the house going through old photo albums.
    “I am fine Mom. I’m actually kind of on a date.” I waited to see what she had to say about this. There was a long pause on the line. “Mom? Are you still there? Mom?”  
    I could hear her breathe out what sounded like a sigh of relief. “I am here. You’re on a date? I was wondering when you would meet someone. Is he a nice guy?”  
    I rolled my eyes (thankful she couldn’t see me). “I would love to play twenty questions, but that would be rude, being that he is waiting on me. I promise I will call you in the morning.”  
    I heard her laugh. “You make sure you call tomorrow, and be safe. I love you.”  
    I grinned. “I will call first thing in morning. I love you too.”
    Once I said goodbye and put my phone back in my purse, I walked back into the coffee shop and saw a voluptuous brunette standing in front of my seat. I could hear her giggling uncontrollably as I approached.  
    “Excuse me,” I said. She turned quickly