“See you, Jill.” I gave my girl a long, tight hug as she was about to get on the plane. Sure wish she could stay. “Make sure you take that dress over to Hilly’s house as soon as you land.” I still looked sad, hoping she’d change her mind—there’s always hope.
“Okay. I love you, Ky! Be good. Don’t hurt nobody, and if you get a chance, do something I would do.” She winked and smiled as if I were a freak like she used to be.
Jillian boarded the plane, and I decided to take a stroll down the walkway looking beautiful on the outside and falling apart on the inside. For the moment I’d settle for beauty. I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted to do. I knew I needed a map because I was thinking about renting a car and doing some shopping. I might need to check out one of those news stores. I passed a couple of stores and spotted a Starbucks—I knew I wanted coffee. I’d get this map and head back to Starbucks. It took a few minutes to find a news and gift store. I checked for maps and some loser started stalking, checking me out from the next aisle, over by the magazines. To avoid eye contact I decided to stoop and check out the maps at the bottom. Why did I do that? A woman stood beside me to look at some what-nots on the upper shelves. She had on a pair of clean, decent shoes and some trousers. You would think she could control herself but she sneezed and she farted right beside my head.
Damn, damn, damn. I stood and looked her dead in the eyes, like you nasty bitch. I know she didn’t mean to fart at my head but if she felt one coming on, she should have moved to another aisle. Everybody knows when a fart is coming on. Well, I got what I came for, a book that gives you maps, addresses and phone numbers to malls, outlets, hotels, all of that. Meanwhile the loser who was sweating me was now trying to get closer. I closed my eyes, held my breath and wished he would disappear, but he didn’t.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hi,” I replied, not looking in his face, focusing on my items.
“I noticed you were looking at maps. Do you need a tour guide?”
“No thanks. I’m straight.” I kept my eyes on the cashier.
“So, where are you from?”
“Atlanta.”
“I’ve been here for five years, and I know more about this city than most people who were born here.”
“Umm-hmmm. Let me get out of here. I’ve got a plane to catch.”
“Oh, I thought maybe you had just arrived because you got a map.”
I had to laugh that one off because he was playing me too close.
“What’s your name?” I wanted to be sure other people heard his name just in case I came up missing.
“Paul, and your name is?”
“Jade.”
“Good to meet you, Jade. When you come back to Cincinnati, give me a call,” he insisted, passing me a card.
“I’m sorry, Paul, but my hands are full. I’m taking a map back to my cousin who plans on going to school out here, but I’ve got to go. See ya!” I turned and swiftly walked out of the store, heading for Starbucks.
“Okay, good to meet you, Jade,” he stressed to my backside.
“Uh-huh. You too.” Whoa, he was a scraggly looking white man. He looked like his hair was wet. Why do the dirty-looking pervert white men always try to holla? I wasn’t about to touch that nasty card. He probably gave himself a massage while he was watching me from across the way. I’d relax in Starbucks, read the map and sketch out my agenda.
“Hi. May I help you?” the Starbucks cashier asked.
“Yes, may I have a Caramel Macchiato? Ya know what?” I said, massaging my brow, “and a piece of your low-fat coffee cake.” Oh, I remember this old song. The tune playing on Starbucks radio was, “When Can I See You Again” by Babyface. That used to be my cut. I started humming that old familiar tune and went way back in my memory book. When this song came out I was dating Jason, this crazy fool who became obsessed with me. We were together for almost two years. My mother had to get a restraining order against him after we broke up because he became a stalker. He was my first and juicy—my p-cat—had him crazy. That’s when I knew pussy was a powerful thang. While I stood waiting for my order, someone stood very close to me from behind. I know freaky Paul ain’t following me. Again, he gets close, I feel his heat. I turned around ready to snatch his ass and was pleasantly surprised.
“Hello, beautiful. I hope you left some for me.” Oh I did. Wooo. I turned around to find a very attractive, deep chocolate, tall, handsome brother with a beautiful smile.
“Hey,” I said, stuck on stupid. “I’m sure there’s plenty left,” I added shyly as I studied his face. He looked familiar but I couldn’t place him.
“Is that right? I’m KX.”
“I’m Kylo.” I found a seat in the corner of Starbucks, and KX followed me to the table. I wondered what his story was.
“That’s a sweet name.”
“Thanks,” I replied, sipping my coffee. I licked the froth from my lips.
“Yeah, it fits the pretty lady. So where you from?”
“Atlanta.”
“Oh, really? Atlanta’s a hot spot. What you doing in Cincinnati?”
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