Headlights shine in the window. Then the car goes quiet and the lights go out, and a moment later the doorbell rings. Dad opens the door, and Brian’s there, flowers in hand.
Roses, of course. Red, of course.
He sets eyes on me and his jaw drops. He keeps opening his mouth to try and say something, but nothing comes out. It’s all I can do to keep from running over to him. This moment is what I’ve been thinking about all week long.
I’m not sure how long we all stand there with nobody speaking or moving. Finally, Mom breaks the spell. “Brian, come over here, I want to get a picture of you two looking so nice.”
Brian comes over to me, and I put my arm around him as Mom fiddles with the camera. I realize this is the first time I’ve seen him properly dressed up. He’s very handsome in his dark blue suit and his yellow tie. I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the only tie he owns.
Mom ends up taking what seems like a whole roll of pictures before Dad mercifully steps in front of the camera. “Betty, they probably want to go already.”
I hug Dad, kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks, Dad. For everything.”
Brian shakes Dad’s hand. “Yes, thank you, Mr. Barnes. Sara told me…”
Dad scoffs. “It’s our pleasure. “You just go out and have a wonderful time tonight,” he says.
“We will, Dad,” I assure him. “And don’t worry, I’ll be home by one at the latest.” That isn’t my choice; Brian has to be home by one-thirty. If it was up to me–well, I don’t know when or even if we’d get back tonight.