I'm Sorry... You Know What? Nevermind...

KELSEY

KELSEY

"Anna, why are we here, again?"

"Because you owe me and you need a date."

I shrugged and sighed as we walked into Salumeria 104 in the Midtown section of Miami. Formerly a collection of warehouses and prime real estate for grafitti writers, it was transformed into a hipster paradise for out of towners, bohemian types and wannabes with six figure incomes and trust fund babies who want to "rub shoulders with real people." Anna and I walked into the restaurant where we were greeted by Ryan, her man of the moment. 

"Hello Ladies. You both look wonderful today."

"Thanks bae." Anna looked around. "Where is your friend?"

"Oh he is on the way. He is coming back from the parking garage at any moment. We already secured a table."

Oh boy. I gave Ryan a once over. Fitted button up shirt with his initials monogrammed into the cuffs. Tailored slacks and Italian leather shoes with Gucci belt and a expensive cologne I didnt recognize right away. I could imagine his friend would be a carbon copy. 

We walked over to a table near the window. I was happy that we were inside with air conditioning and not on the patio enjoying the South Florida humidity. The waiter came over and Ryan ordered a bottle of wine and four glasses. The waiter would return shortly and pour a glass for all the seats before leaving the bottle on the table. I took a sip as I watched the romcom play out in front of me. 

"I was thinking about you all night..."

"I thought about you too. I woke up smiling at the sunrise..."

"I think we should take a trip next weekend to Marco Island."

"I dont know if I can take the time off."

"Well when you can get it off, we are going!"

All these sweet musings were spoken in between sips of wine, peck kisses and neck nuzzles. 

"I picked this place because you love the steak and asparagus..."

"Well we can get the Bolognese this time and share it."

"Will you two please stop?"

I turned to face the foreign voice and saw a handsome man. He stood about 6'3", 230 lbs and was also dressed in tailor fitted clothing. Armani it looked like at first glance. His brown skin glowed like freshly made caramel in the glimmer of sunlight that bounced off of it. 

"Kelsey this is Myron. Myron this is Kelsey."

Myron extended his hand and I accepted it. He would take a seat near me. We talked about our backgrounds and personal histories. Myron and Ryan were both bankers that were investing in the emerging cryptocurrency market that had taken greater Miami by storm. Ryan was a Ivy league legacy dating back five generations from Brown University while Myron was a Vanderbilt University graduate. 

Anna was a real estate broker with Century 21. She sold Ryan his condo and the sparks flew. Everyone was so enamored with their jobs and the details of their salaries, no one bothered to ask me about mine. So I didn't volunteer any information. The food would come and the three way conversation would continue. As I listened it became apparent that Ryan and Myron were rich guys that were used to buying their way through things. The way they snapped their fingers at the waiter, spoke to him without looking at him and shooed him away with their hands were a big loud "NO" for me. 

"Pardon me everyone. I am going to the restroom."

"Is that something that needs to be announced?" Myron asked, looking at me with bewilderment.