EIGHTEEN.

Ida and Mr. A hadn't really talked much after their date, but she was getting calls from a strange number claiming to be him. He sounded nothing like Adrian, so she decided not to answer his calls again. But the surprising thing was that he sounded more like the man she went out on a date with.

What could be going on? She couldn't help but wonder:

Instead, she was getting closer to Elon. He came around often and invited her to lunch most of the time. She was glad Elon was coming around, but why was it at the time she was beginning to like someone else?

Why was he now noticing her after all those years?

Her phone rang, snapping her out of her trance.

“ Hi,” she answered, not looking at the caller ID.

“Hey, love.” Mr. A spoke up.

“ Hi, how are you?” she perked.

“ I'm good, sweetheart; it's just that I miss you,” he confessed through the phone.

“ And I've missed you too, babe; what's been going on? It's been a while since I last heard from you.”

“ Yeah, I've been busy with wo