Gift for Hannah

I wasn't sure where we were going. When the car stopped, it was in front of an italian restaurant on the east side of town. When we got into the restaurant, Mrs. Riley gave her name to the host and we were seated right away.

"You look delicious, darling." Mrs. Riley looked at me from across the table. "Now here's what you're going to do, my daughter Hannah has been hanging around with all of these girls and I think they are a bad influence to her. I need you to spend the week with her and tell me everything you know." she ordered me with a stern voice. "A week?" I asked as I was completely confused how that would play out. "Oh don't worry. I'm going to tell her, that you're my personal assistant. Just do whatever she says." she explained. "Ummm. Okay..." I replied.

A few minutes later, a petite blonde girl walked up to the table. "Hey mom!" Hannah greeted her mom with a kiss on the cheek. "Hi sweetie!" Mrs. Riley greeted back. "Were you waiting long?" she asked Mrs. Riley. "Oh no we just got here. Come sit down. Uh Waiter!" Mrs. Riley responded. "Hi I'm Hannah." she reached out her hand and greeted me from across the table. "Lauren! So great to meet you!" I shook her hand. Hannah had long hair, blue eyes, and a little bit of freckles. She's a cute girl, with her pink top and white skirt. She seemed very nice. "I know I missed your birthday last week so - Lauren is my personal assistant, and I'm loaning her to you for the week until next Friday as a birthday present." Mrs. Riley said to Hannah. "She's my present? Mom, that's so weird. Are you sure?" Hannah asked. "Oh, no sweetie it's totally fine! She'll help you out with whatever you need." Mrs. Riley responded. "Okay..." Hannah replied unsure of what was going on.

Hannah had a confused look on her face staring at me, once in a while glancing at her mom. "Hannah just graduated from high school in the fall and she's about two months into her first semester in college." Mrs. Riley began to get me further acquainted with Hannah. This girl is barely 18 and she was about to be my boss for the week. Now I understood a little bit more about the situation. She wanted me to spy on her daughter who may be getting in with the wrong crowd in her new college life. It would be nice to mentor a younger woman, and nice to know that Mrs. Riley trusted me to possibly guide her daughter - I thought to myself.