Maybe I Like Her [Interracial(B.2/2)]

Ch.4

Adonis Mitchell*

A/N: He'll be an important character in this story so you'll be seeing a lot of him (;

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Brenda Palmer-Scout*

I heated up a cup of coffee using my Keurig machine before my Omar would finally be home. He had to go out of town the other day and I already missed him dearly. My phone vibrated and I answered the call as I grabbed my car keys.

I added two sugars and a bunch of creamer to make my sugary beverage taste just right. I put it in my Starbucks tumbler and hurried to my car. 

"Hello?" I answered, making sure the garage was down as I left, and drove towards Starbucks to get my favorite panini they sell since I didn't have any more of the frozen ones at home.

"Babygirl?" my soon-to-be husband's voice said.

"Good morning baby what's up?"

"My flight from Houston got held back."

"What? By how long, we were gonna go out tonight for dinner." I whined. 

"I don't know but I miss you."

"I miss you too, tonight is the night we planned on the calendar remember. So we have greater chances."

"I know. I just- wait hold on,"

As I was walking out, a bigger guy bumped into me, making his coffee fall on my scrubs and my sandwich and iPhone fall on the ground, cracking the front screen.

If this coffee was hot, I would've flipped a shit; it was iced, but I'm still flipping a shit.

"Oh God, my phone." I said.

"I am so sorry, umm, let me help you." he said.

His white t-shirt had some drops that fell on it but he totally ignored them. He gave me some napkins as I patted the soaked parts dry.

"I apologize again-"

I picked up my phone and stare at it; I definitely needed to get a new one now.

I groaned and stomped my foot angrily.

"Do you have extra clo-"

"I'm a nurse, of course I have multiple scrubs in the car." I said glumly.

"I didn't even see you, let me pay for you another sandwich, I am so sorry."

"Could pay for my new phone asshole." I mumbled.

"I could but I think that'd be a bit much." he laughed. I shook my head a bit angry at this ass. "Adonis Mitchell, sorry about this."

He pointed at my scrubs that smelled like coffee and stook his hand out.

I ignored it and gave him an eye of anger as he retracted it back.

"Can I please use your phone quickly?" I asked.

"As long as you don't smash it on the ground." he smiled, handing me his Galaxy.

I typed in Omar's number as he answered on the third ring.

"Hello?" he answered unsurely.

"Babe it's me."

"Where are you calling me from?"

"My phone just got destroyed because this guy spilled coffee all over me."

"Intentionally? Put his ass on the phone."