A City Girl and a Country Bumpkin

The Date

Chapter 2

We pulled up in front of The Touchstone Eatery, a restaurant that sat beside Union Station in Washington D.C. Deuce was a gentleman and opened the passenger side door for me, and helped me out of the car.

Surprised the hell out of me. On the outside the place looked like a gigantic bolder came down and slammed into it. But the inside was amazing. Bright lights, red and black napkins, a big bowl of red and brown covered kisses sat on each table, globe-like lights and sparkling chandeliers hung everywhere.

The place was just marvelous. I loved the way the Italian marble floors sparkled from the light. There was also a big bowl of ice that sat in the center of each table keeping a bottle of Moet cool to the max. I was in awe.

"This place is beautiful, how did you find out about it, oh I just love it." I stated in an "anxious to know" tone. "Really its nothing, one of my homeboys said that he'd been here before and the food was off the chain.

So I said to myself who better to try it out with me than you, and here we are." he said. "That was a sweet gesture." I said and smiled.

Maybe this won't be so bad after all. I thought to myself. A waitress came up to us and lead us to a booth in the rear. She handed us silverware wrapped in black and red napkins, along with our menus and asked what we'd like to drink.

Deuce told me that tonight happened to be poetry night and that he thought I would enjoy that. I gathered that black and red was the theme of the night. I looked over at Deuce to see what he said.

"Hennessey and cranberry juice for me." he said excitedly, rubbing his hands together like he couldn't wait any longer. "That'll do." I said pointing over at the bottle of Moet.

"Okay be back in a few to get your orders." she said. When the waitress left the table, Deuce spoke to me."So you like this shit huh?" he said. "It's cool Deuce, but one thing about me is I'm not one to be bought."

"Yea I like nice things but you didn't have to do all of this." He looked as though he wasn't understanding where I was coming from. "I was just trying to show you a good time."

"A nigga can't treat you like a queen for once." I thought, "Yea after you banged me up, great timing."
"Deuce cut the bullshit, I wore a patch on my forehead for almost three fucking weeks because of you, you nearly caused brain damage according to your in-home nurse.

And all you gave me were some damn gauze that you didn't bring me yourself because you were too busy getting lap dances. Is this your way of trying to apologize because I'm not sure that I'm ready to accept it."

There was an awkward silence. Deuce put his hands on top of his head as if he was gonna let me have it in the restaurant if I didn't shut the hell up. I was ready to go already.

He pissed me off with that, "treat you like a queen shit." It was a bit too late for that boo-boo. "You acting like a real bitch right now, you know that?" I stood ready to go.

Him calling me out of my name, something he usually didn't do, told me that he was furious with me.
"Sit your ass down, you ain't going nowhere." Deuce yelled softly.

I had money in my bra just in case shit didn't go down the way it should. Besides I was done with him after the unnecessary name calling. "I'm ready to go Deuce ."I said.

He looked over at me with rage in his eyes. "Sit your stubborn ass down right now and stop embarrassing me." he said in a low tone but loud enough so that I heard him.

The waiter came back and handed him his drink. "Are you two ready to order now?" she asked. I sat with my arms folded and said nothing. "We need a few more minutes, mam." Deuce said.