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monday, oct. 28 detroit, mi
"She's such a brat!" Nicki frowned, shaking her head at the TV.
I laughed, nodding in agreement. Despite all of her shit-talking, I had successfully convinced her to watch Gilmore Girls with me. It was my comfort show, and I was glad that we were able to bond over it. So far, Nicki was enjoying the show, but she was showing a real disliking towards the main character, Rory Gilmore.
"I think you would like her more if you watch the series from the beginning," I said.
"This isn't the beginning?"
I shook my head. "No, this is the end of season 3."
"Beyoncé, turn this shit off. I can't believe you got me in here starting a show from season 3," she frowned, her voice carrying a joking edge.
I laughed a little, pausing it.
"You can't tell me you don't like it, though," I grinned.
"Whatever," she laughed. "I'm thirsty. What do you have to drink?"
I stood up and stretched before gesturing for her to follow me into the kitchen. Honestly, I didn't have much. I mostly drank water, and the occasional sweet tea. I really hoped she wasn't looking for juice or soda.
When we made it to the fridge, I opened it and Nicki grabbed a bottle of water without much complaint. She opened it swiftly and started gulping it down like she was dehydrated. I laughed a little, watching her.
"Damn, ma. Is it that serious?" I teased.
"Girl, shut up," she laughed, twisting the cap back on the bottle.
She glanced at the time on the stove, and I did the same. It was going on 4:00, and I knew that Nicki had her evening class at 5:30, so she would probably be leaving within the next hour. I honestly didn't want her to leave. We were having such a great time, and I was getting to know her a little more.
"What are you doing after class?" I asked her.
Her eyes lingered on me for a few seconds before a grin spread across her face. "Why?"
"We should get dinner. If you're not busy, of course," I suggested, rubbing my arm nervously.
"I don't want to misread the situation... is the PK asking me out on a date?" She grinned.
I rolled my eyes, laughing softly. "You're insufferable. Yes, I'm asking you out on a date. Well, only if you want it to be a date. If not, then it doesn't have to be one. We can just hang out as friends.."
"You're cute when you're nervous," she smiled, turning away and walking back into the living room.
She reoccupied her seat on the couch and I joined her, angling my body in her direction. I felt that same warmness in my chest that I felt whenever I looked at her. She was just so effortlessly pretty. Her dark black hair hung in loose curls over her shoulders, and she was wearing small, square-framed eyeglasses with nothing but lipgloss on. Even her style was effortless. She had on a hoodie and a pair of leggings, but she still looked so good. I wasn't sure how to approach her without being awkward about it. She was way out of my league.
