October PrepMo 2015

Freestyle Brainstorm

There was something about him that made Erin sigh. She'd been a waitress for just a few weeks. She was eighteen years old and needed a car. She was walking from school to work and then her father (he really was her stepfather, but he was more of a father to her than her real dad was) would pick her up on his way home from work. And now, she was glad for it. For there was Phillip Baxter, the son of Christian Baxter, a very ridiculously rich lawyer who worked downtown Albany and had his own private practice. Phillip was to also become a lawyer and Erin assumed this would be the last summer before he would be off to some great college or university.

She wanted to flirt and say hi to him, but she knew she was a nobody in comparison. She'd stumble and make a fool of herself.