Discovering Fate

9 | Zoey

9 | Zoey

Monday morning rolled around quicker than I could imagine.

Throwing my comforter off me I sat up and rolled onto the side of the bed, stretching my arms as far out as I could.

My nightstand was covered with all types of hangover remedies I'd used over the weekend.

I spent yesterday recovering from all the birthday shenanigans I'd been practically forced into the days prior. Nonetheless I had a blast, that was something I could admit.

Grabbing an unopened bottle of Gatorade from the nightstand I gulped it down before heading to the bathroom to shower and get ready.

The 40 minutes I spent in the shower felt like 40 seconds, but it was time to go.

My team had finally gotten a lead on a key witness we figured might be able to help us put Giovanni away for good, his mother in-law Gloria.

Tracking her down hadn't been easy she had left the state after the horrible murder of her daughter and grandchildren, but we managed to make contact and she was more than willing to help with this case.

Out of our whole team I was probably the most empathetic so Rafael had asked me to meet with her 1 on 1 to get as much information as I could.

I smoothed out my dress and brushed my hair one final time before leaving my apartment.

As I made my way to the restaurant where I'd meet Gloria at I started thinking about my birthday night.

Honestly I hadn't spoken about it to my friends or even given it too much thought, because it still confused me.

The feeling I had felt on that dance floor with Sapphire was something completely unexpected, she had given me literal chills from the inside out.

How that was possible and why were still the biggest questions I had.

I've heard several stories about people discovering their sexuality late, in fact it's been said that some people don't label themselves or when they do it's when they're much older age wise.

I'm only just now turning 30, but still I had never considered being with a woman, no matter how they looked in all of these years.

It was something I didn't understand, and didn't want to engage in.

Regardless of how I might've felt on the dance floor with her what I realized in the bathroom involving her with another girl afterwards was just a turn off.

Pushing those thoughts in the back of my mind I turned my attention to an elite black girl podcast and listened the remainder of the way to my destination.

After parking my car on the shoulder of the main road I got out and strutted towards the entrance of the Mexican restaurant I'd agreed to meet Gloria in.

Pulling open the door I stepped inside and immediately was welcomed by the smell of fresh baked goods and numerous Mexican cuisines.

A younger hispanic guy with jet black hair and golden brown eyes greeted me from behind the counter, "Buenas Dias, I am Diego. Welcome in."

I didn't know a lot of Spanish but I had learned some along the way so I replied, "Buenas Dias. Gracias."

After placing an order with him for a small café con leche and concha I walked over and sat at a red-colored booth table.

It was the only red booth in the restaurant and where Gloria had asked me to wait for her after arriving and ordering.

She had reasons to believe she wasn't safe here in the city after what happened to her daughter and insisted that I show up and do exactly as she said.