The music that came from Mercedesā mouth was melody, probably Clydeās favorite song. He could just imagine spending the rest of his life listening to it, even if he didnātĀ talk back. He drifted off into a daydream, where Mercedes confessed her undying love for him right here and now, which Clyde would return with a marriage proposal. Theyād wed in Spring, a young, happy couple who was ready to take on the world with the power of their love. Theyād wait a couple of golden years before having children, three of them to be exact. One boy and two girls. Theyād collaborate on names, Clyde wouldnāt want to pick them out without consulting Mercedes first.
Their children would be beautiful, the girls taking after their mother and the boy being the clone of Clyde himself. Theyād grow up right, proper, theyād be the perfect family. Then, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, so on so forth. Clyde and Mercedes would die of old age, smiling at each other, telling each other that they were the best thing to ever happen to each other. The life they molded was the best possible outcome. No one else could be as lucky as them.
The mention of school work drew him out of his thoughts, realizing that Mercedes had been talking about their psychological homework. Crap, was that due soon? He canāt admit that he hadnāt started on it. That would come off as him being lazy, or dumb. And if Mercedes thought that, his plan wouldnāt work. And then the future he painted for them wouldnāt exist. Heād die alone, because no way heād ever meet someone else as amazing as her. His last dying breath would be that he loved her, a woman who would have moved on to other things, marry other people, have other children. Clyde tensed up at the thought. No way!
āAh,ā he hesitated, looking down at her paperwork to try and figure out how heās going to bullshit his way out of this,Ā āuhh-- yeah, yeah!ā he said, maybe a little too loudly. Clyde cleared his throat before smiling his signature charming smile, which actually kind of looked like he had to sneeze,Ā āI finished that--ā he paused,Ā ā--yesterday. My dad was more than willing to answer my questions about--ā Shit,Ā ā--the mental toll on first time shop owners. You know, the difference between the first year and the fifteenth year.ā Nice.
āI asked him stuff like...ā he stopped to try and make it seem like he was trying to remember the questions he asked, but really he was trying to come up with them on the spot,Ā ā... how was his time during the grand opening. And, uh, what did the business do to affect his everyday life forever. You know, about business school and what it did to prepare him, what it didnāt prepare him for. All that stuff,ā Clyde paused. Well, now that heās talked about it, he has to go through with it. Thankfully his dad was cool with being the subject involving school work,Ā āBut I agree,ā he leaned on the counter now, relaxing. The hard part was over,Ā āit was hard to think of it all at first.ā
Now, Mercedes will think Clyde is smart and attractive and funny. The three key things to look for in a boyfriend. His plan to have her fall all over him will work better than he thought. Clyde could feel himself get overly excited at the idea of holding her hand in school, and telling everyone that this beautiful, amazing woman is his girlfriend,Ā āYou can interview me,ā he suggested, grinning ear to ear,Ā āI promise I can give sophisticated answers to anything you throw at me.ā he winked at her, completely aware that he mispronouncedĀ āsophisticatedā thanks to his natural minor lisp. He hoped she didnāt noticed. It was definitely not a chick magnet.
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