Takes One, To Know One

A Date?

Amoras POV...

"So you work at Starbucks too, huh?" He spoke with a crooked smile. It seemed as if though he was enjoying this sudden news. I looked at him and smiled.

"No shit. Did you not see the Starbucks logo on my name tag or..." I said sarcastically with a low pout. His smile dropped and a look of irritation spread across his face. Perfect. Just how I wanted him.

"When are you ever gonna be cordial with me?" He said in a low tone.

"I don't know. Maybe when hell freezes over. Ooh! Or maybe when I get the chance to finally meet Marilyn Monroe.." I fantasized. He frowned.

"But Marilyn Monroe is dead..." He spoke.

"Exaactly." I smiled with a face full of humor. He was a lot slower than I thought.
He rolled his eyes and took out his wallet in defeat.

"Just get me a caramel machiatto , please.." He spoke softly while reaching in his wallet and pulling out a hundred. For a second, I actually felt kinda bad for the way I treated him.... But then at the same time I didn't really care.

He handed me his money and I cashed it in, giving him his change back. I walked over to the machine and began making his coffee when Kamiah walked up beside me and leaned on the counter.

"Why you gotta treat that fine specimen of a man like that?" She spoke with a funny look on her face. I just rolled my eyes.

"You know I don't give two fucks about Michael Jackson, so I don't know why you even asked me that.." I said while beginning to put the whipped cream on his coffee.

"Why don't you just give him a chance. You never know how things might turn out.. Maybe if he broke ya back a little, you might not be so cranky." She laughed while making sex gestures. I grabbed Michael's finished coffee and walked over to him.

"Here you go. Hope you enjoy." I said while handing him his coffee. He smiled.

"That's the nicest thing you've said yet." He smirked and walked away. I squinted my eyes at him and turned around so I could go clean up the station. But before I could make it all the way over there, I heard my name being called. I turned around to the direction of where the voice came from. Once again I rolled my eyes.

"What." I spoke monotony.

"Let me take you out on a date." He said with a load of confidence. My eyes widened.

I know this Negro did not just...

He did.

OH SHIT! HE DID.

He asked me out....

Nigga bold.

I was brought back to reality when I saw Michael's hand waving across the front of my face.

"Let me take you out just one time. ONE TIME. And if you don't like it afterwards... You don't ever have to speak to me again. I promise." He said nervously while biting his lip.

I thought about it.

"Fine. But if you try anything, I will kill you." I threatened. Unsure of what I was really doing at the moment. Had I really made the right decision?

"Good. How about we meet at the diner across the street.. Tomorrow night at 8:30?" He asked eagerly. I cringed at his wide smile.

"Sure." I spoke unenthusiastically. I was not looking forward to this. He looked at me and gave me a smile while making his way over to his guards letting them know he was ready. He looked back at me and gave me a wink. I playfully rolled my eyes, and stuck up my middle finger.
He laughed and waved as he made his way out the door.

"Somebody gonna get the diiiick, somebody gonna get the diiiick..." Kamiah chanted hanging over my right shoulder. I turned around to deny her assumption,when I came face to face with her doing the moonwalk.

Really.