Single Girl, Interrupted

Working The Larenzo Shift

That Tuesday, I anticipated Larenzo’s call, after he and the guys had a long night of partying that ended at 8:00 that morning. Just as I predicted, he didn’t contact me until it was almost time for me to go into work.

“Hey Char. I’m just now getting up. You should come hang out before your shift. We’re going to head over to the Mall now.” Larenzo suggested, recovering from what sounded to be a wild night.

Yes, I did want to see Larenzo, but not just for a couple hours prior to work. It was going to be a waste. He was flying to Miami for the other half of his vacation tomorrow, and this would be the last time we would have to spend. I didn’t have shit else to do, so I obliged.

“Ehh…I guess so. I’ll call you when I’m there,” was my response.

“Alright Luv. Let’s meet at Shoe Palace.”

This guy is so gorgeous and his demeanor is so calm, him simply calling me ‘Luv’ made me melt inside. Yes, it’s corny, I know.

The whole ride over, I questioned what kind of rapport we could possibly build over the course of two hours, once I finished my shift would I go to their suite to hang out, and more important was I going to have sex with him, or pass.

I arrived at the mall, and caught a stomach full of butterflies once we spotted each other. A friendly kiss on the cheek and a warm embrace served as our greeting. He wore a t-shirt with cargo shorts, and his fragrance was nothing short of delicious.

“Hey Luv, I’m looking for Kieran. He’s somewhere about shopping. I think I may have lost him.” His accent is very heavy, and if I don’t pay attention closely, I might miss what he says. That was one of his friends. The night I met them all, Kieran seemed to be the one that the group harmlessly picked on.

We trekked in search of his friend, although he and I made no haste. I was interested in spending as much time with Larenzo before I had to go. Kieran ran into us after about ten minutes of half-assed searching. Even with him there, Larenzo remained very attentive and focused on me. All three of us engaged in jokes and conversation, and no one was outcast as a third wheel.

We arrived at Macy’s where Kieran eventually went on to shop, leaving us behind. “So how many tattoos do you have?” It was a cliché, yet cute ice breaker Larenzo had set up. “I have 6 in total. Three are visible, and the other three are hidden,” was my response, but in my mind I was thinking “If we end up fucking tonight, the other three won’t be so hidden, either.” I showed him my three visible tattoos, and described what the other three were. Larenzo asking to see them shouldn’t have been a surprise, as most guys do ask. I saw no harm in showing them, for the sake of harmless flirting, and I agreed.

Time flew, and before I knew it, I had ten minutes left until my shift began. The three of us were exiting the mall, heading towards their hotel on foot. I was torn between staying with Larenzo, for the sake of seeing what would happen, and being a responsible adult and going to work.

“Larenzo, what am I going to do? I don’t want to leave you, but I have to be at work in ten minutes, and it’s too late to call in…but I do want to call in…” I posed with puppy eyes, and a frown.

“Honestly, I thought you would’ve called in earlier. That’s tough. I don’t want you to go either, but it’s up to you, Char.”

“Fuck it! I’m calling in. You only live once, YOLO!” I decided, sarcastically. We both chuckled.

I can name too many times from jobs past that I wished I would’ve called in versus ending my good time, and I decided to day wasn’t going to be one of them. Plus, my job is ran by young, unappreciative, imbeciles and I’ll be damned if I was letting them get in between my good time with this British gem. I called my job and told them, “Something Bad happened,” just like that.