Later that day, Nicco picked me up. I am still bothered because of what happened this morning. I don't know why.
"Babe, are you alright?" Nicco asked while driving.
I composed myself first before saying, "yes, baby."
"Good. Where do you want to go for dinner?" He replied with a question.
"Ahm, anywhere," I smiled.
"Hmm, okay!"
I don't think about it anymore because nothing will happen when I think about it. Nicco and I might even fight.
We ate happily together.
Nicco told me about what happened to him when we part our way this morning. He said that he met with his friends and that he was locked up about us. I laughed at the way he looked because he looked like a child who had not bought a toy.
After we ate, he took me to my condo and said that he could not stay here tonight because they have school for tomorrow. I agreed because it was about his studies.
When I opened the door of my condo I was surprised by what I saw.
"P-Pierre."
"Mom?" I said, shocked.