Jodi’s mind couldn’t help but bring up Lucia’s revelation. Even if she wanted to date Mary – something she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted – the fact that there was a kid involved seemed to be an unavoidable obstacle. “Maybe”

The waiter came with their drinks, and they continued to speak about trivial things: music, movies, sports, their favorite New York spots. The conversation waned down somewhat when the food arrived, but mainly because Mary couldn’t help but cover her mouth politely, blocking Jodi’s view of her lips. The redhead found it rather cute; a grown woman with such a deep-rooted etiquette that she couldn’t bring herself to alter her behavior even when she wanted to.

Finishing her own meal before Mary did, Jodi leaned back and took the opportunity to observe the girl, who was still halfway through hers. “You know? That salad will taste so much better with some sangria. Are you sure you don’t want some?”

Mary shook her head in the negative. “I’m okay. I don’t drink alcohol. I’ve been living the straight edge life for the last four years.”

Four years without a drink? What could have brought this up in such a young person? Could this have something to do with the infamous son? Jodi realized Mary had just provided her with the perfect opening to bring the subject up.  “Did you start because of your pregnancy?”

Judging by Mary’s facial expression, she was definitely caught by surprise by Jodi’s question. She moved very slowly as she laid her fork down next to her salad. After clearing her throat, she finally spoke. “Oh, Lucia told you… I’m sorry… I should have told you when we were at Carmen’s.”

“Why didn’t you?” Jodi didn’t sound harsh in her question, but merely curious.

“I thought about it, but I was too afraid to put you off.” Mary answered honestly. “I haven’t… I haven’t really dated since he was born and well… I really wanted to see you again. I’m sorry.”

Jodi had never had a date apologize so much in so little time; Mary seemed to be too self-conscious for her own good. “Don’t worry about it,” Jodi replied dismissively. “How old is he?”

“He’s going to be four in a couple of months,” she replied with a small smile. With each passing statement, her smile, nay, her whole face brightened considerably. “But he’s so intelligent he could be in school already! I mean, he knows his alphabet… his numbers… he can even write his own name! And his motor skills are…" Mary realized how far off she had gotten from the original question, and seemed to be slightly embarrassed about it. "Oh God! What’s wrong with me? I’m sorry… I just…"