D Y L A N
After parking at the very back of the crowded bowling alley parking lot, Dylan grabbed her purse and phone, stepping out of the car and hitting the fob to lock her doors.
It was still a little bright outside, so she was able to clearly see Trina standing by the front doors of the building with her face in her phone.
She looked good in her skin tight denim jeans and long sleeved cropped hoodie.
Her hair was straightened, as opposed to the usual curls that she donned.
Her body was leaned up against a tall steel beam that appeared to be holding the front portion of the building up.
Approaching her gradually, the sound of Dylan's sneakers kissing the pavement alerted Trina, her eyes darting up from her cellphone.
"Finally girl! I thought you was gonna cancel on me or something."
She joked, smirking at Dylan with a brightness in her hazel eyes.
"I know I'm sorry. I got carried away with the time, but I didn't forget about you."
Interlocking her arm around Dylan's, she dragged her inside of the bustling bowling alley that housed a small dining area off to the far right.
There were numerous families and couples laughing and partaking in the festivities as music played at a tolerable volume from the large speakers that were hung up in the corners of the walls.
It was pretty dim, except for the strobe lights that illuminated the ceiling, and the brightly lit television screens that displayed the bowling scores.
"I know."
Trina replied to Dylan's previous comment, looking at her with those seductive eyes that she naturally possessed.
She could tell that she was obviously flirting with her, but for the time being she would just have to grin and bear it, until the conversation about their relationship was brought up.
Grinning awkwardly, Dylan just followed her over to the shoe counter.
The young Asian girl looked in between them with a forced smile.
"Can I see your tickets?"
Trina reached into her bra and pulled out two small orange pieces of paper, placing them down and pushing them over to her.
After programming their names into the system, she looked back at them.
"Great! What are you guys's sizes?"
"Just a 6 and a half." Dylan blurted. She then looked to Trina.
"7 please."
After the girl grabbed their shoes and handed them over, they thanked her before walking over to one of the few open assigned bowling areas.
Sitting down across from each other in the hard plastic chairs, Dylan sat her bag down before removing her sneakers and squeezing her small socked feet into the tight and ugly bowling shoes.
Trina was already finished, sitting back in her seat as she watched Dylan intently.
"You know ima fuck you up right?"
Taken aback, Dylan looked up at her with a confused expression.
"Huh?"
Trina just laughed boisterously, her chest bouncing up and down.
"In the game girl."
Dylan internally facepalmed.
She just had so many things on her mind at the moment, coupled with the anxiety of being in Trina's presence that she completely misinterpreted her words.
