Bobby waited on table after table, before long she saw that it was 7 at night. Her dad being the kind, joking person he was held the note in front of Bobbyâ€™s face.<br/><br/>â€œHey your boyfriend left thisâ€¦â€ Smiling he chuckled as he scowled.<br/><br/>â€œDAD! He isnâ€™tâ€¦like thatâ€ her voice trailing from a yell to a murmur as she snatched the note away and read it carefully. Blushing deeper she slid the note into her bag and took her apron off, hanging her apron up and catching the apron her father threw to her.<br/><br/>â€œWhatever you say Bearâ€¦.â€  That night as she lay beneath her orange comforter, snuggled against her pillows. The note laying neatly on her bedside table as she started to drift off into a deep sleep.