Page 79 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming
Suchi laughs at her friends when her phone buzzes. It’s Kofi.
Kofi
Sweet Suchi. I cannot stop thinking about you, girl. I literally almost tatted your name on someone (laughing emoji).
Suchi giggles, prompting Bridget to take her phone and read Kofi’s message. She shares it with the girls.
“This nigga is gone.” Lyric laughs. “All that, and all you did was kiss him.”
“For real, he’s going to propose the minute you give him some,” Aimee teases.
“Shut up and give me back my phone.” Suchi cracks up.
Bridget hands her back her phone.
Suchi
Don’t go getting sued over me.
Kofi
Never that. I’m a professional. It was a brain lapse and that lasted a second before I realized what I was about to do. Let me take you out to dinner tomorrow.
Suchi grins like a Cheshire cat. “He wants to take me out to dinner tomorrow.”
Her girls smile a mile wide.
“Wear that tangerine dress,” Aimee suggests.
“Yep, that one definitely makes your tits pop.” Lyric nods.
“Good idea,” Suchi agrees.
She texts him back.
Suchi
Sounds good.
Kofi
I’ll pick you up at seven. Cool?
Suchi
That works.
Kofi
Kofi’s tryinghis damndest not to stare too hard at Suchi.
Great googly moogly!This woman is finer than a motherfucker.
That dress she has on makes her titties look amazing. It’s molded to her curvy frame. Kofi thanks God they’re sitting at a table, and she can’t see that he’s sporting wood. He jerked off before the date, but the minute he saw her when he pulled up to her apartment, it was a wrap. He’s spent the better part of this date trying to think unsexy thoughts while simultaneously paying attention to her.
“Dr. Brown, what made you want to study psychology?” Kofi takes a bite of bulgogi.
He took Suchi to a Korean BBQ place in Koreatown.
