Kenya
By the time I realized that I was laughing a loud I found him giving me a confused look, with his head tilted to the side a little.
"What's funny?" He smiled.
I handed him back his ID, feeling embarrassed. I looked down. "One letter can really made a big difference." I scratched the back of my neck and looked up at him. "I'll go get your Hennessy."
I rushed back over to the bar, exhaled deeply, and pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling as if I had embarrassed myself in front of him. Michael looked back at me at the bar and turned around returning back to his friends. He was mainly with a group of six guys but there were people all around with him in the VIP section.
I grabbed the bottle of Henny and placed it on the tray and caught my breath before heading back over to the VIP section. Michael met me at the red rope outside of the VIP section where the security stood, as if he was waiting for me.
"Uh, here you go. Sorry about that." I handed him the bottle and smiled in return. "Hey, sorry about a few minutes ago, my boss told me that Michael Jordan was going to be here-- "
"And you thought the actual Michael Jordan. Yea, that happens to me a lot." Michael laughed. I laughed too and stop realizing that I had to get back to the bar.
"Have a good night." I said and turned to get back to the bar.
"Wait, Kenya." I turned around to see Steelo motioning for me to come over, he had the bottle of Ciroc in his hand as he drank straight from the bottle. I planted a fake smile on my face, but you could tell I was annoyed with one look at me. "Why don't yooou bring yo' fine ass over here to the VIP section with some real niggas."
I closed my eyes and slowly opened them. "Steelo, as amusing as that sounds. I happen to be working right now and I don't now if you've noticed but I'm the only one working the floor, so I'm kind of busy."
Steelo sucked his teeth and headed back over to where he was originally at. Michael mouthed 'I'm sorry' before retuning as well. I headed back over to the bar and handed out drinks to the men, and some women, that ordered from the bar. I put all the money from the drink into the cash register and began wiping down the counter because no one was at the bar anymore, almost everyone was out dancing to Bryson Tiller's Don't .
"Can I have a glass of water?" A voice said.
I didn't bother looking up, this is one of my favorite songs and I started to sign along while filling up a glass of water. I put in a straw and placed it on the counter, to my surprise it was Michael. I slid him the drank and stopped singing.
"You have a nice voice, do you sing?" Michael asked, taking a sip of the water.
"No," I laughed a little. "I used to sing for my church choir but I don't sing anymore." I continued to wipe down the counters, not looking up at him.
"Why don't you sing anymore?" He looked at me with pure passion in his eyes. I dropped the semi-dirty washcloth and put my hand on my hip, smirking.
"Why aren't you over there with your friends anymore?" I shot back at him, cutting my eyes at him.
He smirked. "Not really my thing."
"It's not really your thing but you made the reservations, not your thing, huh?" I smiled and ran my tongue over my teeth.
"Okay, okay you got me. You looked bored so I came over here to talk to you." He flashed me a bright smile and my heart skipped a beat, I looked down and rolled up my sleeves to keep them from getting wet. I looked back up at Michael and his looked down at my wrist, his face immediately softened. "What happened to your wrist?"
