Some Good Days

4

Karis

As soon as the line went dead I fished my cell phone from my purse dialing Nique's number. My mind was in panic. The faux confidence I had on the phone evaporated and a pit sat in my stomach.

"Bestfrieennndd, what's up?" She is so extra.

"Nique, I need some advice."

"Why would you call me? You know I don't give good advice."

"It's boy advice Brinique."

"Ohhh, do tell," she said in a whole new tone. Nosy ass.

"Nique!"

"Okay. What's up."

I told her what happened at the party and that he had called me and now I didn't know what to do.

"So you about to go on a date with Destin?"

"Clearly, Brinique," I huffed. She heard what the fuck I said.

"He like 5 minutes waya so you need to listen instead of talking shit," she said and I rolled my eyes but listened anyway. "Just be yourself. Don't panic about it. He obviously likes you. Enjoy this."

"Okay," I said, letting out a deep breath. I could do this. Just enjoy myself.

"Okay. Now head downstairs. Love you."

"Love you."

I threw my phone in my purse and stopped by the bathroom to make sure I looked good. And did, so I headed downstairs. Walking out of the elevator I see a red BMW sitting directly outside the glass door. Destin steps out once he sees me, I'm assuming.

I get a good look at him as he rounds his car. He looks good dressed in a well fitted navy blue suit and white dress shirt. Damn I thought he looked good in casual clothing.

He pulled me into an unsuspecting hug that I melted into. Damn, he smells good. His rich, masculine cologne got my knees going weak. Ain't nothing like a good smelling man. He might be a problem.

We gone call this strike one.

"You look amazing," he whispered in my ear, causing me to shiver slightly, before pulling back and opening the passenger door for me.

Yeah, we gone that strike two.

I hopped in trying to catch my breath before he got back in but he hopped in his side a few seconds later and took my breath again. He reached over me grabbing my seatbelt and buckling it in with a smile and began to drive. Like that shit was normal.

Strike three, why am I still in this man's car.

"So, I was thinking we could go to this little diner a few blocks away," he said as a question.

"Okay. Sounds good to me," I said looking straight ahead trying to coach myself. This man had me flustered and I was lost. My curve game is so strong most men don't make it to date one but here I am in this man's car and he didn't even have to work for it.

We fell into a comfortable silence as he drove. I mumble the words to J. Cole's Love Yourz that is playing on his radio. He notices me mumbling and turns it up. We pull into the diner and he hops out of the car and rounds it. I open my door only to have him given me a stern look with a hint of amusement.

"What?"

"You don't touch doors when you're with me." Lord, this boy.

"My apologies," I smile sweetly.

We walked into the semi- full, old-school diner and found a nice booth in a corner. A waitress comes over before we even speak with water and asks for our drink preferences. He looks at me.