Sunday’s are my days to get stuff done. I give myself a break from the books unless I have a test on Monday. No test coming up meant I had no excuse to keep me from making the call to Mia. I’d already run several errands, putting off the inevitable. I hate rejection. A turn down from a girl at a bar could send me into a depression for days, thinking about all the times my dad told me I was worthless and would never amount to more than a hill of beans. But this was Mia. I needed to have a back...