EVERYTHING I DESERVE

FRISSON

Frisson (fri•sn(n.)): A shiver of pleasure

NATALIE'S POV~

The girls and are talking about how good the fight was and I mentally applaud myself for picking this to be Lani's birthday gift. Not wanting the night to end I start bringing up this pottery and paint place I saw a couple of nights ago, when one of the boxers from the match walks up and begins speaking to us.

"Hello ladies, was the fight enjoyable to watch?" The man says, looking only at me.

"Mmhmmm you didn't let that man touch you! You were amazing." Jazz says with stars in her eyes.

Lani and Jazz, take turns complimenting him on his win and so forth. I involuntary zone out, trying to figure out where I had seen this face before, but nothing is being visualized. I quickly snap out of it when I feel a pinch on my arm.

"Yes, we would love to come to the after-party, wouldn't we?" Lani says furrowing her eyebrows together.

"Well, actu-" I try to complete my sentence when he interrupts me.

"Perfect. Have you heard of LA ESQUINA CUBANA?" He says raising his eyebrow.

They get directions and information from him. While I still try to wrap my mind and brain, on where I've seen this man before. You would think I would remember a man this fucking fine, but yet I am lost. I take his features in a hold a breath. This man had to been sculpted by God himself. I have to stop myself from drooling when he reaches out to me with his hands, which are covered in tattoos even down to the fingers.

"I hope to see you there Hermosa." He says deeply

"Ooooh Natty...he was all over you girl." Lani says smiling and winking at me.

I roll my eyes denying any truth to her statement and turn to a quiet Jazz, who appears to be looking up something on her maps. She pulls up the distance and it isn't that far from my place. We all agreed that it was probably for the best that we changed our outfits.

Almost half an hour later on the subway we  make it my apartment. Lani and Jazz spent an hour picking their outfits, while I decided on a long sleeve graphic tee, a short black skirt, and thigh-black boots to match. I'm walking out of my bathroom after a much-needed hot and steamy shower when I hear Lani telling Jazz to shut up. I tried to make myself unknown but because of the height of the boots, I ended up tripping.

"Natty, God damn. Take them damn boots off before you kill yourself." Lani says as she falls to the ground laughing.

I roll my eyes and reach for Jazz, who is trying to hold back a laugh. When she fails to do so, her hand slips, and she also falls laughing. I flip them off, roll onto my knees, and get myself up using the bed for leverage.

"Are yall done?" I asked with a hint of annoyance in my tone.

"Don't be mad at us, because you trying to be grown wearing them with 4-inch heels." Lani says fixing her hair and mascara.

"Anyways, let's go. I'm trying to see that fine ass man again." Jazz says with a smile. I pretend I don't see Lani side-eyeing Jazz, and make a mental note to ask what's going on there.

We make it to the station and get on the subway. I have no other choice but to think to myself, because of the silence we're sitting in right now. I've known these girls for years and silence is something that rarely happens between us. I am called away from the thoughts in my head when the train stops at our stop.

We walk the rest of the way talking about how good it feels tonight, and what our goals for tonight are. Lani wants to get drunk, Jazz wants to fuck, and I want the three of us to make it home safely.