“No, not anymore. He didn’t make it out of camp. Got cut last week.”
“Oh wow, I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah, it’s part of the game. He’s trying to figure out what he’s going to do next. He’s waiting to hear back from Florida.”
“I hope it works out for him.”
“Yeah, me, too. But I want to know if you watched the game.”
“I did.”
“What were your thoughts?”
I launched into my analysis of the game while he listened, agreeing periodically. “What do you think?” I asked in conclusion.
“I think you’re smart as hell and you know your stuff,” he responded softly.
“I do.”
“That was the second thing I noticed about you.”
“What was the first?”
“Your beauty. It was the locs, the eyes, the smile. Not to mention you’re thick as fuck. So I noticed you before I even sat down good.”
I grinned. “Ahhh, sothat’swhy you sat next to me.”
“That’s not why I sat down, but it’s definitely why I stayed.”
“I’m glad you like what you saw.”
“I like what I saw, heard, smelled, felt, tasted. You were hitting all my senses. And you do it every single time I see you.”
Butterflies swirled in my belly, and the words were flying out of my mouth before I could overthink it. “Well, I hope I get the chance to do it again soon.”
That was the best I was going to do. I wasn’t going to ask him out. I wasn’t going to beg him to see me.
If it’s going to happen, he’ll have to—
“What about Saturday?” he suggested, interrupting my internal dialogue.
“Saturday sounds great,” I answered, trying to temper my excitement.
“I would get to you by four at the latest. Or if you want to come up here, I could be at my place by two, two thirty.”
“I don’t mind coming up there.”
“Okay, here it is. I’ll put a plan together for Saturday. And you can let me know what you want to do, and we can do that on Sunday.”
There was only one thing I could think about doing while in Baltimore.
Lamar Anderson.
I cleared my throat. “Whatever you want to do with me in Baltimore works for me.”
He groaned. “Don’t say it like that.”
“Don’t say it like what?” I asked innocently.
