Dre Day

A Little Date

January 1992

Jade POV

I sat at the vanity, carefully applying my lipstick, glancing at the clock every now and then. Dre was taking me out tonight, and I wanted everything to be perfect. As I swept the deep red color across my lips, Whitney Houston's sweet voice filled the room, coming from the radio on the dresser. I wanna dance with somebody... I couldn't help but hum along, the catchy tune making me sway in rhythm.

Just as I was about to finish, Dre walked into the room, his signature swagger filling the space. His eyes met mine in the mirror, a playful grin on his lips. "You look beautiful, Jade," he said, his voice smooth like melted chocolate. "Ready for our night out?"

Blushing, I thanked him, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. As we both made our way downstairs towards the hallway, Dre filled the air with stories and laughter, making me forget everything else but the moment we were sharing. It was easy being with him, his presence comforting and electrifying at the same timeI smiled back at him, my heart skipping a beat. "Of course, Dre. I'm always ready for you." I mentally sighed in content, just this day made me forget about all the drama going on between him and Eric. To be honest, I needed to have an escape from all of that.

Dre leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my cheek, making my heart flutter. "I'll make sure tonight is special," he promised before we see T.A all dressed up in a white Lacoste tracksuit, car keys in his hand as he is sat in the living room finishing off his can of Sprite.

I see Dre frown before him and T.A start talking in the living room, their voices filled with the energy of plans being made. Dre was always working, always thinking about his music. I admired his dedication, but sometimes I wished he would take a break for us. Tonight, though, was our time.

I finished getting ready fixing my dress in the mirror of the hallway and joined them in the living room. Dre looked at T.A, his expression serious. "T.A, I need you to work on some tracks while we're out. Can you handle that for me?" Dre's tone was firm, but there was a hint of hope in his eyes.

T.A sighed, his shoulders slumping a little. "Man, I'm swamped with stuff Dre, I gotta get some stuff for my ride, you know? A nigga gotta get his shit straight ya dig? I'm really busy."

Dre cut him off, his patience wearing thin. "Handle it later T. Right now, I need you in the studio. We've got deadlines to meet, and you know how important this is. We can't afford any delays. Get the car stuff later bruh. The studio needs you now. I need you here, making magic. Jade and I are going out, and I want everything in motion when we get back."

I stifled a giggle, seeing T.A sigh before he shuffled off slowly toward the studio. Dre turned to me, his expression softening. "He'll be fine, he's my go to ace, plus D.O.C. is visiting his family in Dallas so I need T to make sure the shit gets done. Now, let's go and have a great time, just you and me."

I nodded and kissed Dre's cheek, my heart swelling with love for this man who was so passionate about his music yet always found time for me.

When we stepped outside I felt the night air hit my face as Dre and I got into his Ferrari Testarossa and drove through the city in his sleek silver car, the engine purring with a growl. The neon lights of L.A flickered outside the window, casting a colorful glow on our faces. Dre's hand rested on the gear shift, his fingers tapping lightly to the beat of an invisible song.

The restaurant he had chosen was one of those places you see in movies, where the rich and famous dined. Valets in sharp uniforms opened our car doors, and we stepped out, feeling a bit like celebrities ourselves. Dre, always confident, slipped his arm around my waist, guiding me inside.