Meeting the father - Nicolo Russo

Michele waited for Luciana outside her highs school he’d text her last night they’d been texts back and forth till midnight till his eyes finally gave in and closed. She walked out alone. He smiled she returned his smile. ‘Is everything okay Michele ? You didn’t say why you text last night.’

‘I was just making sure you were okay after all the booze you got through.’

‘There’s something else.’

‘My father found out about you?’

‘How?’

‘Our dumb driver , Leonardo.’

‘Oh.’

‘You’re not mad about it are you.’

‘No. It’s not like I’m ever going to meet him is it?’

‘Well actually.’

‘Please don’t say I have to meet him. I’m not good with parents, god I don’t even get on or talk to my father.’

‘He insists. I’m sorry Lu but he wouldn’t take no fro an answer.’

‘Fine.’ She sighed. ‘So when do I have to meet him?’

‘Now.’

‘Now?’

‘Yes now.’

‘Bu ..Bu I have to go home. My parents, well my dad he will flip a mental if I’m not home straight after school.’