answer, but she couldn’t. A yes would mean she was open to where this could lead. A no could mean the end of a great friendship.
She picked up the phone and began dialing. “Hi, Trina.”
“Hi Kyla. I know you’re probably calling about the sketch. I told DeeDee and Pastor Mike…”
“Trina.”
“Personally, I like…”
“Trina!”
“What?”
“Sean invited me to dinner.”
“What did you say?”
“I haven’t answered yet.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not sure what to say.”
Trina got up from her desk and closed the door. “What do you mean, you say yes.”
“You didn’t say anything to him about our conversation, did you?”
“No. I haven’t spoken to Sean in a couple of days. What’s the problem? It’s only dinner. Just hang up and tell him yes.”
“He’s not here.”
“I thought you said Sean invited you to dinner?”
“He sent flowers with a hand written invitation to dinner Friday night.”
“Oh.” Trina’s loud sigh echoed in Kyla’s head.
“Exactly. This isn’t dinner between friends. It’s a date.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” Trying to lighten the tone.
“Right now, with me on the fence about my boyfriend, yes, it is.” Kyla knew a romantic dinner with her pretend boyfriend was a risky thing.
“I say, call him or even better send him a note accepting. What’s the worst that could happen, you have a good time?”
“Trina, I thought you were on my side?”
“I am. I’m also on Sean’s, and I don’t see anything wrong with two friends having dinner.”
“Trina, hang up.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.”
She pressed the button ending the call and kept staring at the writing on the light grey note card. She played every possible scenario in her head, and kicked around every reason why she shouldn’t have dinner with Sean. And, none of her reasons was good enough to keep her from going. Then she kicked around all the reasons why she should and there was only one good one, because he asked her.
She sat down and penned her reply. She put the small red envelope inside a manila envelope and had it delivered to Sean. An hour later, her phone rang with the familiar barking dog ring tone.