Page 56 of All The Smoke
“Thank you.” She blushed, pulling away so she could close then lock her door.
Silently, I walked her to my running car, pulling her door open to help her inside. I waited until we were on the way to the restaurant to address her text message.
“Ya last nigga used to have you meet him places when y’all went out?”
I didn’t really care about their relationship at all, but I needed her to know I wasn’t shit like him and if he did, that was hoe shit.
“Sometimes, but that was mainly because I hated riding in the car with him. He drove like a mad man and…”
“I only asked because that ain’t ever going on with me.” I glanced her way briefly. “He might’ve been cool with you driving yourself on a date and shit, but I ain’t.”
“Noted.” She smiled. I could hear the shit in her voice. “I just didn’t want to inconvenience you.”
“I’m the one that asked you out though.” I chuckled. “Plus, you fine with good pussy. I don’t mind you inconveniencing me.”
“Or I’m carrying your little human.”
“Add that to the top of the list.” I smiled. “Naw, but I told you that you can worry me about whatever. I’m a stubborn ass nigga and some people say I’m mean, but you got my seed, so bug a nigga. Aight? Fuck up my plans and shit.”
She giggled. “You say that now.”
“I mean that.”
“Okay, well, Bernard says you’re having another pool party this weekend so I may want to come over there and lay in your bed while that’s going on.”
I chuckled and shook my head because that was news to me. Truthfully I didn’t care if she went over there or not. I was barelyin that mothafucka so it would do good for someone to put my money to use and sleep in the bed.
“Them niggas might be having a party but I damn sure ain’t.”
“Why?”
“That ain’t my thing.” I shrugged. “They be having them low budget ass bitches from The Manor and Ridge over that bitch acting high maintenance and begging. I ain’t with all that.”
She chuckled. “You are a very hard man to impress.”
“Cap.” I smirked. “You left a mark on me from the jump,” I admitted. “Both figuratively and literally.”
“Shut up.” She shoved me a little while laughing. “I am kind of that girl though.”
“No doubt.” I agreed.
Outside of her being pretty as hell, she was cool as fuck too. Her personality was bubbly as hell but laid back too. When we talked, conversation flowed easily and she always had some shit to talk about. I was interested in her outside of the baby, that went without saying, but I didn’t know if she felt the same. That was the only thing that fucked with me. She asked me shit about me and my son just like I’d asked her, but it was just hard to gauge if she was feeling me outside of her just being pregnant with my baby.
We made it to the restaurant and got seated quickly due to me making reservations. It was my first time there and all of the shit on the menu looked foreign as fuck to me, so I let her order my drink.
“He’ll do the Cherry Bouquet Ginjo.”
“Glass or bottle?”
“Bottle,” she answered. “And I’ll do a Pom De Replay please as well as waters for us both.” The waiter took it all down as well as the two sushi rolls she asked for before excusing herself.
I scanned all over the menu for what she’d ordered because I’d never heard of the shit, plus I wanted to be sure her asswasn’t ordering no bullshit or alcohol for herself. I didn’t think she was that kind of girl, but I could never be sure.
“Boy, the drink is nonalcoholic.” She laughed and took the menu from me so she could look at the food.
“How you know what I was checking for?”
“That big ass vein poking out of your forehead,” she teased. “I wouldn’t drink alcohol while I’m pregnant, Smoke.”
