Unspoken by Liliana Camarena Page B

have been able to keep our hands off from each other. We wouldn’t have finished any movie and we would’ve had the sweets as post-coital cravings. How life had changed amazed me. I just hoped it would be for the better.
     
    It was Friday and I was already making plans with Alexa for the night. Her mother had volunteered to take care of Mika and it was something that we should definitely take advantage of. Alexa and Connor’s parents weren’t bad people, I loved them to bits but they truly made Alexa take on the full responsibility of motherhood by herself. I mean, her mother did help her with tips and she taught her how to give Mika a bath, because when we tried we nearly drowned him but all in all, she made her completely responsible for him, which was great because she had grown so much and Mika was one of my favorite things in the universe. And he should be, since I was his Godmother.
    “If the date goes well I will meet you there,” I said while taking out a batch of cookies, “If it reeks I will meet you at your place.” I was going out with Leonard. He’d finally asked me out for drinks followed by a meal. In other words, dinner.
    “It will be a great date,” said Alexa smiling.
    “I hope so,” I said leaning on the counter. I really needed it to be great. I needed life to have greatness in it that had to do with something else than Jackson. Something else in the emotional department, not that I was planning on falling in love with Leonard or anything, but … in the general department.
    “Go,” said Alexa, shooing me. “You need to get ready for your date. I’ll see you at the bonfire.” She handed over my purse to me, and pushed me out the door. Summer was over but they were still doing bonfires at the beach. People, closer to their 30s, were still doing bonfires. A tad embarrassing, but it seemed like the only plan that night so we went with it.
    I decided to go with an outfit that said that I didn’t try much but still managed to look fabulous. I wore a skater royal blue skirt with a black sweater, black tights and knee length boots. I let my hair down with half a dozen products but looked like it was all natural. I looked pretty great, I thought. I heard a knock on my door and I whimpered. Was I excited or scared? Excited for a date or scared of finding someone to like instead of Jackson? I shook off those thoughts from my head and went to the door.
    “Ready?” said Leonard standing in my doorway looking exceptionally handsome in his suit.
    “Ready,” I said grabbing my purse and closing the door behind me.
    “You look beautiful,” Leonard said guiding with his hand on my back to the car.
    “Thank you, “I blushed. Of course!
    During the trip to the restaurant we talked about the bakery, his favorite cupcakes, what I loved to bake and how our parents knew each other.
    “Thank you,” I said to the waiter as he placed the pasta I had ordered in front of me.
    “So Leonard, tell me, what do you do?” I said grabbing my fork and digging into the pasta.
    “I’m a PR consultant,” he said while cutting his steak.
    “Have no idea what that is,” I said smiling and he smiled too.
    “At least you don’t pretend to know all about it,” he shook his head while taking a piece of roasted potato into his mouth.
    “Why would I do that? It’s stupid.” I shrugged.
    “A lot of girls do, believe me,” he said smiling.
    “Ok, then. Tell me what a PR consultant is,” I said looking at him.
    “Companies and personalities hire me to help them with their brands or their product images,” he said, paying close attention to his food. “If they run into any trouble, I come in and clean the mess up with minimal damage to them.”
    “So, you are like Olivia Pope!” I said widening my eyes.
    “Something like that,” he said laughing.
    “Oh my God, that’s got to be the hardest job ever.” I said shaking my head and taking a sip of wine.
    “It is hard, especially if the client is a