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"So we were invited to one of the luxury boxes, friend of my father, and now we have on field passes for the first playoff game for the Panthers v the Ravens...."
Resting her chin on her hand, Petra had started to tune him out at this point. This was this guy's 4th or 5th story where he some how was able to talk about one of three things; how much money he had, who his father was, or his fraternity days in college.
This was their second date, and she was bored to tears. He didn't really take make time to ask about her. If he had, he would know that she had no interest in football. It's not that she didn't like sports, but she had been a volleyball player in high school and college, so she was mostly interested in women's sports.
He also would have known that she had been a volleyball player, a kindergarten teacher, and the varsity volleyball coach at one of the local high schools.
"So Petra? Do you wanna go to the game??? You'll get to possibly meet someone famous." He asked with a laugh.
"Huh?" Petra snapped out of her daze. "Oh um, I'm flattered but, I'm going to have to decline."
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The Saturday afternoon had slowed down at The Coffee Club.
Located in the hipster west Charlotte, Oluo had seen his fair share of bad dates. But it seemed the is poor young lady had a pretty long streak going.
"So how's this one going, another swing and a miss?" asked his friend and coworker, Gunther.
"Yeah one of those 'do you know who my daddy is types'"
"Knew many of those in my college days". Gunther said. "Shame, she's cute and seems nice"
"Mmhmm" Oluo said. He wiped down the counter catching occasional glances at the girl with the ginger colored hair.
Her name was Petra. He only knew that because he had taken her order so many times.
She taught kindergarten at Wall Rose Elementary, her first year. She had told him that one day when she came in for an after work frappe and cinnamon bun.
He smiled at the memory. It was a chilly December day. It was a dull gray outside. Petra came in looking like she had just been through a Black Friday sale.
"Venti Java chip frap please, extra whip and the biggest cinnamon bun you have."
"Long day I take it?" He asked.
"You ever been in a room with a twenty four 5 year-olds 4 weeks until Christmas?" She asked with a laugh.
"I've got 4 younger brothers if that counts"
Pete giggled, "not quite the same, imagine herding cats, cats who have had espresso, and my teacher aid is out sick and I can't get a sub."
