" She withdrew sharply and I nodded down at her phone. "And the fact you replied to Maddy's question 'is he a hunk?' with 'yeah I wonder if he's taken...lol.'"Charlotte grabbed her phone and put it beneath the optics behind her, cheeks flushing, a fire in her eyes. "You might find this hard to believe, but not everything's about you. Besides, I don't give out my number to strangers I just met."Taking a sip of my pint and replacing the glass, I smiled to defuse the indignance I'd purposely. "You mean it?" I asked."Wear something slinky," she said.She gathered her things and left, and I searched my scant wardrobe for a suitable dress.I showered and shaved my pits and my legs, moisturizing quickly afterward and hurrying to get ready. The closest thing I had to 'slinky' was a Navy Blue skirt and the matching jacket. The shirt that went with it was white with a ruffled front and short sleeves. I had a pair of short heels that would go with it too.The shirt was almost opaque but not. " If you say so," I said, feeling strange. "I'll make you this promise, Jean: When music becomes work, I will stop working. Until then, I'll continue working hard at it. All right?"My music teacher furrowed his brow trying to make sense of what I said. Finally, he smiled. "The day that music becomes work to you, we'll have a real American Pie... it will definitely be the day the music dies."I laughed at the reference. It was difficult to consider this man that I've called Mr. Proilet as 'Jean,. The Pete had LED lights all over, but I had used one style to keep the cost and repairs down. Lights do burn out even LED’s. I’m on the ground in front of the truck just finishing the bumper lights when a shadow blocked my sun. The shadow didn’t move so I looked over my shoulder at this blonde smoking a cigarette just looking at me. “You must be bored or lonely to spend this much time on lights,” she said. Before I knew it she had me talked into the sleeper waiting for me to strip down. I.