‘‘Sounds good, Lucas. Talk to you later. Thanks for reaching out.’’
‘‘Always a pleasure.’’ He hung up the phone.
I then called my parents to let them know the good news.
"Hello, sweetie! How's everything in LA?" My mom's voice filled my ears, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Hi, Mom! Everything's great, and guess what? I got the job!" I practically squealed with excitement.
"Oh, Michelle, that's wonderful news. We're so proud of you!" My dad's voice joined the conversation.
"Thanks, Dad! It's at one of the top software companies here. I can't believe it!"
"We always knew you'd make it. Your hard work pays off," Mom said.
"Yeah, and you've always had that spark," Dad chimed in. I was glad to hear his voice. Sounded like today was a good day for him.
I chuckled. "Thanks, you guys. I'm really excited about this opportunity."
"We can't wait to hear all about it. When are you coming back to visit?" Mom inquired.
"Mom, I just got here.” I laughed. “But I'll likely be back for a visit in a few months. I have to get some time under my belt at this job before I can ask for time off. We'll have so much to catch up on!"
"We'll be counting the days. Take care of yourself out there, okay?" Dad's voice carried his usual concern.
"I will, Dad. Love you both!"
"Love you too, sweetie. We're just a phone call away."
With well-wishes, we said our goodbyes, and I hung up the phone, feeling incredibly lucky to have such supportive parents.
I was on cloud nine. I called Leah, and we went out for happy hour and shopping in town to celebrate.
When I got home, I went to bed at a decent hour because my first day on the job was tomorrow and I needed to be at my best.
Chapter three
Ryan
The evening air was crisp as I stood at Alison's doorstep, holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers. She opened the door, her eyes lit up as she saw the colorful blooms.
"Hey there, Ryan! You remembered my favorite flowers? You're setting the bar high already," she exclaimed with a playful wink.
"Well, I aim to impress," I replied, trying to match her playful tone. "Shall we?"
We headed to a quaint bistro that Alison had suggested. The cozy atmosphere felt perfect for a first official date. As we perused the menu, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves.
"So, Ryan, tell me something quirky about yourself. I promise I won't judge," Alison grinned mischievously.
I chuckled, thinking for a moment. "Well, I have a secret talent for impersonating cartoon characters. Don't ask me to do it now though, the restaurant might not survive."
Alison burst into laughter, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of relief. The conversation flowed easily, and we discovered shared interests and a love for cheesy '80s movies.
Our food arrived, and we dug in, savoring the flavors and exchanging stories. We debated the merits of pineapple on pizza, with Alison passionately defending its honor while I played the role of the skeptic.
As dessert appeared on the table, a hint of doubt crept into my mind. Alison started sharing her passion for museums and art. Meanwhile, my idea of adventure was going on spontaneous road trips and camping under the stars.
"Museums, huh?" I said with a nervous chuckle. "I'm more of a 'let's pick up and go on a road trip' kind of guy."