He finally joins me. “Mami,” he smiles, taking his seat and I look away from my camera. My smile grows as I admire him. Ouu. He’s looking sharp as usual dressed in a black two piece LV shorts set and black Alexander McQueen shoe.
My dress is from Micas. A black bodycon, revealing my back. My makeup is a soft glam, with gold YSL heels. Gold jewelry too.
“How yah watch man so?” He asks, smiling at me.
I stare at his lips before I look at his eyes. “Whose husband?” He chuckles before he takes my hand in his.
“Valentine’s day coming up, is there anywhere you would like to go?” he questions and I start smiling.
“Um…”
The waitress walks over to us. “Here are your Sushi’s. The Filipino sushiand the California sushi.” She says pointing at them.Bwoy Zara a live the life..
“Ouu thank you,” I smile.
“If there’s anything you need feel free to call me over. Your cocktails willbe ready soon, but enjoy.”
We nod.
Looking at these they don’t seem as ‘raw’ as people usually put it. I sip the water, wondering which one I should try first.
“Nickoi which one you trying?” I ask and he points at the California sushi.
“This me know so a it me a try first,” he retorts.
“Okay.”
He takes it up with the chop sticks and starts chewing. He’s silent and doesn’t cringe. So I guess he likes it.
“Try it,” he says when he swallows it. I do as he says.
“Yuh like it?”He questions as soon as I’m done chewing.
“Yes,” I smile, sipping more water. When the waitress comes over I smile at her and she apologizes for the wait before she puts down our lemon vodkacocktail.
“That’s okay, thank you,” I say and she returns my smile and walk away. Nickoi is eating. I doubt he even looked at her.
“Meanie,” I say under my breath. He glances at me. So he heard. I sip it andit’s so strong, I start choking a bit. I cover my mouth, maintaining my tableetiquette.
He’s chewing his food then he smiles after a while.
“Mi nuh know if you have no problems with sudden plans but tomorrowJunior want we go a beach, most likely Lime Cay beach a Port Royal.”
“Tomorrow?” I gasp, wondering what swim suit I’m wearing.
“Yuh have a problem?”
I shake my head.
“No, I don’t,” I smile.
“Ah… mi should a tell you this earlier-”
“Yes you should… now when I get home I’m gonna have to search for something to wear,” I whine.
He looks at me weird. “A just Port Royal and mami look how much nice things yuh have? You can all wear yuh worst and look the best, a wah do yuh?” he smiles at the end of his sentence.
I bring the cup to my lips, eyeing him. He’s giving me a lustful stare.
