I'm finishing up my work and I grab my things and begin to walk to the lobby and then to the elevator. I get into the elevator and hear the whispers again. Sometimes people have a breaking point and THIS isn't my breaking point. Just stay a bitter bitch Nicole. I walk out the elevator and out the building.
I walk across the street to the parking lot and I walk to my car. I open my car door get in and begin to drive. I drive to my usual elegant bar that isn't too far from my home. I park my car and get in. It's like a bar without being loud, it has a certain class to it. I order my whiskey and I sit down to read "Woman: An Intimate Geography" by Natalie Angier. I must say it's a great book I've fallen in love with it. This is my second time reading it.
I sip on my drink as I read. I feel like someone is staring at me, but I don't look up. As I read, I grab a cigarette from my purse and light it.
"Ashtray?" the waiter says to me I look up and smile.
"Yes thank you." he gives me one and walks away. I go back to my book and to sipping my whiskey. Again I feel like someone is staring at me, but I don't look up.
I'm too worried about the knowledge Natalie is spitting at me about women. I think every woman should read this. She's very descriptive and straightforward.
I feel a slight touch on my hand. I look down to my hand and see a Napkin next to it. The napkin had writing and it said
"Geoffrey: 404-365-3245" I look back to see a man with a dark brunette large man bun looking back at me, smirking and walking out the door. God, he's gorgeous. His eyes are definitely hazel. He had on a army green safari jacket, black jeans, and classic men boots.
I looked back at the number eyeing it. I put down my book and finished off my drink. I can't even think crap. Did he really just do that? I got up and paid for my drink I put my cigarette out and left.
I got into my car and began to drive home. It only takes ten minutes from the bar to my home. I finally arrive home and park. I go inside and feel glad to be home. I strip off my clothes and strut around in my bra and underwear. I put on some music. I was playing 'Roxanne' by The Police.
I began to sing with the music, bobbing my head.
"ROXANNEEE you don't have to wear that dress tonight .."
I went into the kitchen and began to season up some chicken. I went into the fridge and got some asparagus, I washed them up and cut the ends.
"Put on the redlightttt (Roxanneee) Put on the redlight..." I laugh to myself, I'm definitely not meant to be a singer. I began to cook the chicken and asparagus. I grab a glass from my cabinet and pour myself some red wine. I heard a knock on the door. I furrowed my eyebrows.
I went to the door and looked out the side window. Ugh my mother. I open up the door to let her in.
"You couldn't put on a robe?" I smile fakely and roll my eyes.
"No." I walk back to the kitchen and grab my glass and handed it to her. I knew she would want one. She took the glass and looked over my place.
"God, Nicole you just leave your clothes all on the floor." she was exaggerating it was just the clothes I wore today. I poured another glass of red wine.
My mother stood there eyeing me. What is she looking at.
"Don't you get lonely?" I looked at her and shook my head. I always seem to be busy and have a book in my hand and I find ways to occupy my time like painting and writing. Even though I haven't painted in forever.
"Not if a book is in my hand mother." I see her shake her head and sip her wine. I go back to cooking as the song changes too 'Back to Black' by Amy Winehouse. I began to sing with the lyrics quietly
"He left no time to regrettt kept his dick wettt with his same old safe bettt..." I turned around to look at My mother and her eyes were speaking to me.
"Your language darling." when you thought you've met the most boujie African-American you have my mother to remind you she's at the top of the list of boujie people. I roll my eyes and look at her.
"My house mother." I know I talk to her horribly, but I have a valid excuse. That excuse is.... Is.... Isn't coming to me. It will though I'm for sure.
"Anyway Saturday I'll pick you and your sister up to go wedding shopping. The decor has to be flawless. I want no mistakes your sister deserves this." I shake my head and begin to make her a plate I give her a fork and she heads to the dining table. I make myself a plate and sit next to her at the table.
"Mother, if you're hinting that my attitude will eff up her wedding, I promise it will be in check." my mother touches my face and smiles slightly and gives me the look of pity.
"Thank you darling." we eat in silence and I continue to sip my wine occasionally. My mother and I don't talk like we used to. I miss it occasionally, but I just let whatever happens happen.
"As her bridesmaid make sure you answer all her calls. You never know what she might need Nicole." I nod my head again. I don't feel like talking to be honest. I know this wedding thing must be stressful so I'll do my best to stay by her side.
"Mother, I know Miss. Queen will be taken care of. I'll answer all calls. I know this child is precious to you so I won't let her die." even though she has two children me and my little sis she still loves her more on the otherhand dad loves me more. I was this wild tomboy and sometimes I was like the son he never.... Nevermind.
