Nola – Okay. Remember our conversation from earlier?
I wanted to say,every damned word.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I typed out my reply.
Me – Yes.
Nola – Okay. Be there in ten.
Those ten minutes seemed to trickle by at a snail’s pace.
And then, I saw her car pulling into the parking lot.
I tagged a rag and wiped my hands, then I stood up.
And the moment I was out of the garage, her car door opened.
I watched as she climbed out, all those dark brown locks falling down her back.
She closed her door, and that was when I saw what she was wearing.
Was she trying to kill me?
Something about cutoff denim shorts and long-sleeve tees just did something for me.
She made her way to me and said, “So, I know what I like.”
I nodded.
“And I like you. So why would I go out with someone, when it’s you I want sitting across the table from me?”
I took in her words.
Then looked behind me.
Seeing no one was standing there, I looked back at her, then I pointed at my chest, “Me?”
She nodded. Then said one word, “You.”
I didn’t know what to say.
Hell, I’ve never even gone on a date.
Normally, when I want a woman, all I gotta do is crook a finger.
That’s not me being an asshole, that’s me stating the god’s honest truth.
And when I didn’t reply, she simply smiled.
“Tomorrow night, pick me up at 7. The rest is all on you. I’m not allergic to anything. Does that work for you?” She asked.
I swallowed, then I nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”
Then I stood there and watched her walk to her car, climb in, start it up, and pull out of the lot.
Grey came up beside me and asked, “Everything okay?”