Sean hung up the phone with Allison and started to excuse himself. “Excuse me, where do you think you’re going?” Mr. Malloy was now furious.

“Gotta run, Pop,” Sean flashed a charming smile. 

“For what? Some floozy? Son, we were having a conversation. A conversation about your future!”

“We’ll talk another time, Pop. We have this conversation almost every day. I’m sure you’ll remember your criticisms of my life tomorrow.” Sean clapped his father on the back as he passed him to leave.

Sean headed home and changed into a casual tan t-shirt, dark wash jeans and a black sports coat. He was going for a street chic look. He checked his hair in the mirror before grabbing the keys to his Camaro. 

Now, Sean was not the type to eat at a diner but he wasn’t about to turn down the chance to see Allison again. He felt very out of place when he parked his car out front. He double clicked the lock button on his remote to make sure his car was locked. He headed into the diner and took a seat across from Allison in a booth. 

“Recognize me now, Allison?” Sean asked with a smile. “How have you been? It’s been a little while since I saw you last.”