Page 15 of Stat: Love In Scrubs
“I wanted to do something where I can actually get to know her, Bowling.”
She turned to face me with a smile.
“You always did love bowling. I’m not going to get into your business too much, but I want you to actually give it a chance, understood?”
I stayed silent before finally answering.
“I hear you. But, before I go, is there anything you need for Esa?” I asked.
Before she could respond, my dad was walking into the room with Esa giggling on his back.
“Boy, we got this. If you don’t gone and have a good time. I know something.”
I shook my head with a smirk.
“Alright, I’m going. And watch that back, old man. You aren’t as young as you used to be.” I joked.
My dad waved me off as I walked around the island to place a kiss on my mother’s cheek. Then show Esa a little love, before dapping him up. I didn’t want to waste another minute since Yara had finally sent over her address.
It took me twenty minutes to make it to her place from my parents. She stayed in a set of townhouses, one of the newly built models. I pulled into her connected driveway, parked, then hopped out to ring her doorbell.
I waited briefly before the door was opened. Earlier, she had asked me what she should wear since I hadn’t told her where we were going. She was wearing a pair of jeans with a blue top and a leather jacket. Yara’s hair was in natural curls that fell past her shoulders.
I couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Her cheeks reddened as she looked down at the flowers in my hands. I had almost forgotten I had them.
“Are those for me?” she asked, gesturing towards the flowers.
I nodded, then handed over the bouquet. It’s been years since I felt this nervous in a woman’s presence. Shit, I’d met Liz before. Not only that, but I knew what that pussy tasted like. Six years of not doing this, and it showed. My hands felt clumsy, my usual smooth confidence nowhere to be found.
I rubbed my hands together, needing something to do with them now that they were free of the flowers. I followed her, then stopped at the entry of her place. I glanced around at the pictures of her with her family. One photo had a woman who looked exactly like her, so I had to assume that was her mother.
Outside of the pictures, her house felt warm, but not as in the temperature. But definitely like it was made for a family, as if it was more than just a house, but her safe haven. The thought brought a smile to my face. This was what I hoped my place feltlike for Esa. It was a touch; I felt women brought to any space they entered.
“You ready?” she asked.
I nodded, then turned to step outside and head for the passenger door to open for her. I waited briefly for her to lock up her place before she walked over, then slipped inside the truck. I closed her door, then walked around to the other side.
For the first ten minutes of the drive, we settled in, listening to the radio. Neither of us felt the need to say a word. At least for the moment, I could tell she was nervous by the way she continuously tapped her fingers against her thigh while staring out the window.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I asked with a smirk.
She chuckled, then glanced in my direction.
“Didn’t I tell you my thoughts were worth more than a penny?” she asked with a lift of her right brow.
“You may have, but I also mentioned the number of times I’ve seen you go off into your head at the aquarium. You were going to need to settle for that penny, or I’d be broke.”
She laughed loudly, this time trying to cover her mouth to stop it. I reached over and knocked her hand away with a smile.
“Nah, I’m gone need to see the evidence that you’re having a good time. In case you try to pretend later like I was the worst date ever.”
She kissed the front of her teeth with a smirk.
“A couple of fake laughs don’t equate to a good date. I’m not that easy—and don’t you say a word to that last part.”
