“’Bout what?”
She folded her arms and sat them on the table. “Your teeth are damn near perfect, but you booked an appointment just to see me.”
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that shit?”
“Nothing.” She pushed back from the table. “I’ve just… never have anyone go out their way for me before.”
“Then you ain’t met the right nigga.”
“The old men flirt all the time, but it’s nothing to me. Even some of the younger men, but the most they do is flowers and things.”
“I can do all that. Just tell me what you want.”
“Courtland, this is all soooo…” She cut herself off.
She didn’t have to say it, I already knew.
Something got into me, so I got up and leaned across the table, placing my hand on the side of her face. It caught her by surprise. I winked then kissed her before sitting down.
“What was that for?”
“I’ve been wanting to do that shit since earlier.”
“That’s nice. I guess.” She shrugged.
The food was brought out and they loaded the fucking table up. I thought she ordered one dish, but there was four. All of it looked good. Just hoped she ain’t fuck up the order.
“I wanted to give you variety.” She explained.
“It’s cool. I got a big appetite and if I don’t like the shit, I’m not paying for it.”
“Don’t embarrass me in my favorite spot,” she spoke. “If you don’t like it, I’ll pay.”
“Yeah, aiight.”
I admit, she chose the right shit. Everything was seasoned and flavorful. She watched me try everything, tapping her chopsticks on her plate every time I went for something new. She was on edge with anticipation.
“From Adrienne’s, I knew you could eat, but you just went through a shareable Lo-Mein, wings and spring rolls. You’re not miserable,” she acknowledged.
“Hell nah. I barely had shit to eat after my workout this morning. I’ll go run a few miles later to burn it off.”
“That’s insane. I know they say athlete’s metabolisms are high, but high is an understatement.”
“Yeah. I can fuck some shit up… if I like it.”
She clapped with a smile. “Oh, so you do like it?”
“What gave it away?” I smirked.
She didn’t finish all her meal, taking it to go. When the bill came, she went for that fucking purse again like she did at Adrienne’s. That shit was starting to piss me off.
I gave her a look, and she took her hand off it like it was poison.
“I appreciate everything you’ve been doing for me, but I don’t need you to be paying for everything.”
“Whatever shero mentality you got, put that shit on the backburner with me. Fuck I look like taking you somewhere and making you pay?”
“I wanted to do my part.”
