Page 33 of Anything Necessary for Her
I hadn’t even thought that far in advance initially, but seeing how easily he could get access to other women—something I should’ve known, given his lifestyle—made me uneasy.
He scratched at his beard, which already gave me my answer before he said, “I have.”
“Recently?”
“Depends on who it was you saw texting. Why you asking me this shit?” He frowned, repeatedly switching his focus back and forth between me and the freeway.
“Never mind. I just wanna enjoy this little date,” I said.
Low stayed quiet for a beat then nodded. “That’s what I want too.”
Altering my mood, I turned up his radio and rapped along with Kendrick, making Low smile as he watched me as much as he could while driving.
We ended up at this restaurant right off the water named Geoffrey’s and were seated at a table right off the balcony. It was a Wednesday, so the place was sparsely populated, giving Low and I the feel of having the eatery to ourselves.
Low let me order whatever I wanted and was even willing to try the spicy oysters that had my mouth watering at just the description. The food was amazing, but when Low stated the portions were too small and that he was still hungry, I surmised he’d never been here.
“How did you find out about this place?” I asked, humored as we waited for the check.
“Looked up food spots that women liked.”
“You just put that into Google?” I grinned, and he nodded, giving me a subtle shrug.
“What do you know about women or dating them?” I interrogated.
Glancing off, he exhaled and said, “The basics. Open doors, give up ya seat on the bus, pay for dinner.” He took the bill folder from the waiter to eye it before digging into his jogger pocket for some cash. “And never let them drive.”
“What?” I laughed, watching him smile as he rose after leaving some hundreds in the folder.
Coming around to help me up, he clarified, “Never let them drive me anywhere. The man always drives.”
“I like to drive sometimes.” I kept my hand in his as we walked to his car.
I liked this, being able to hold his hand for lengthy periods of time and in public. I realized I liked him for more than his good looks, swag, and the way he tried his best not to smile, even though it was the cutest smile in the world.
I was coming to the realization that it was very likely I would have to tell my brothers Low and I were a thing.
I wouldn’t do it hastily, however, because certain things gave me pause, like his inability to read the room when it came to women. Handing over his phone while bitches blew it up was insanity to me, and it was clear he truly saw nothing wrong with it. I wasn’t a ‘long as he knows where home is’ type, so the fact thatIwas on the date and they were given, at the most, a wet ass and ignored, didn’t make me feel superior.
I needed more assurance from Low, from this, and even from my own self before I caused mayhem within my family, especially with Asif and my daddy.
“That’s cool. You just can’t drive me.”
I almost argued with him until I remembered I had never once seen my mother or sisters-in-law driving when with my father or brothers. I only saw them drive when they were alone.
“Long as the car is yours and not mine. Niggas don’t drive my car.”
“Fuck I look like driving a woman’s whip?”
“Niggas do it all the time. They drop their girl off at work and ride around town like a bum.”
“Keyword being bum, lil mama. I’m far from that.” He opened the door to his sports car for me.
I rolled my eyes playfully as he shut the door, rounded the back, then joined me on the driver’s side.
“We should stay out here for the night,” I suggested, and when he looked over at me, sexy lips parted, I added, “We aren’t fucking, just chilling.”
“I ain’t even say that.” He smirked, buckling up.
