Prodigal

~3.12~

Jeffery knocked on the door that night, arriving for the much anticipated but much dreaded dinner with my father.

I answered the door to see Jeffery standing at my doorstep, and he was dressed up. And for the first time, he looked nervous. He was cute when he was nervous, with his big green eyes popping out of his head and perfect pink lips quivering.

“How do I look?” He asked.

He was wearing a dark blue button down shirt that was tucked into khaki pants with dark brown belt and shoes. His light brown hair looked like it had been slicked into a defined, short quiff.

I smiled. “You look great!” I said. “But I’m not dressed up at all!” I was wearing jeggings with a tank top and knee length cardigan.

“You always look good!” Jeffery said to me as he leaned in for a kiss.

Literally, and I mean literally, the second our lips touched, I heard my dad clear his throat behind us, announcing his presence.

Of course.

Jeffery shot back, away from me, and his huge green eyes popped out of his head in nervousness, which was adorable.

“Good evening, Mr. Hemmings.” Jeffery said.

Dad was wearing black skinny jeans and a 'YOU COMPLETE MEss' shirt from twenty years ago, I was wearing my casual-but-cute-I-wore-this-to-class-today outfit, Jeffery was dressed up like he was going to a job interview, and…

Jeffery just referred to my dad as “Mr. Hemmings.”

This was already off to an awkward start.

Notes

OMG here comes the Luke-meets-Emelia's-boyfriend dinner!

I have a super important job interview tomorrow wish me luck! :O