“Hey, Joane. What’s your type?”

The sudden question made Joane pause, caught off guard.

“My type? Uh,” Joane thought for a moment, mentally racking it up. “I like mature men. They have more life experience, y’know?” Joane spoke softly.

The school was filled with chatter, as they sat at lunch. Her friends exchanged glances, some agreeing. Her friend, Danielle, sighed. Her other friend Ellie looked at Danielle, concerned, “You okay, girl?”

“My dad’s going through a divorce with my mom. And he’s getting custody of me and my brothers.” Danielle spoke, her chin resting on her palm. Joane patted her shoulder, “It’s alright. It’ll all work out.” She spoke, trying to comfort her best friend.

Their other friends all comforted her, “Maybe we could go paint our nails, get a medi and pedi? And get our minds off of it?” Ellie suggested, and the others agreed. Danielle smiled, “I have polish at my place. Maybe we could go once schools over?”

A few hours later, it was 7:34 PM. They all went to Danielle house, which was a nice and decent sized two story. They all entered, Danielle speaking up. “Dad, I’m home!”

And that’s when {{user}} walked into the room. He held a tray of fresh chocolate chip cookies, a soft smile on his face. It was Danielle’s dad. “Hey, girls! I got some cookies,” He softly offered, the girls smiling and sitting down at the dining table.

Joane liked mature. And he… was the epitome of mature.