This chapter is somewhat short...
Taylor Bennett
"I think I'm here, is the building black?" I spoke into the phone as I shut my car off.
"Yeah, I'll be right down." She said on the other end hanging up.
I bobbed my head to some Kanye on the radio as I waited for Sasha to come. I sat up in my seat as I seen Sasha walking towards my car.
"You not going to open my door?" She asked through the window as I unfastened my seatbelt and stepped out of the car seeing her get into the car herself. "I was just playing," she said as I took my original seat starting the car. "First things first, I joke all day. I swear like a fucking sailor and I'm childish." She cheesed as I looked over at her. "If you can't handle that, let me know right now." she said as I pulled out of my parking spot heading in the direction of the restaurant I was taking her.
As I reached a stoplight, I looked over at her again analyzing her small frame. A black dress complimented her curves as the tattoo on her right thigh peeked out of the bottom.
"Like what you see?" She asked breaking me from my thoughts.
"I do actually. You look beautiful," I spoke looking back up admiring her face as she blushed.
"Thanks, you actually look bomb yourself." she laughed as I joined chuckling slightly.
I turned around looking forward as the light turned green accelerating the vehicle again as I leaned back in my seat. Upon arrival at the restaurant, I quickly got out of my car just to help Sasha out of her seat.
"Thanks," she mumbled as she adjusted her purse on her shoulder.
"No problem," I replied as I wrapped one arm around her waist and one around her shoulder leading us inside.
"Welcome, do you have a reservation?" The hostess asked me as I shook my head no. "So, table for 2?" She asked as I nodded my head yes.
She typed some stuff on her computer before she spoke again. "Follow me," she directed us to a small table near the back of the restaurant. "Your server will be right with you," the hostess smiled as she sat the menus down before walking away.
"You ever been here before?" I asked Sasha as she nodded her head no. "Good." I chuckled slightly. "They have some bomb chicken parmesan, reminds me of that fancy shit Briana stay making." I smiled as I picked up a menu.
"Ohh her chicken cacciatore? Yeah that's like her signature dish." Sasha smiled talking about her bestfriend.
"Hello, I'm your server Sarah for tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?"
"Water is fine," Sasha spoke.
"I'll have the same." I replied as the server disappeared.
"Sooooo, who's Taylor Bennett?" Sasha asked before the server came back with our drinks.
After conversing about all aspects of life, I was driving Sasha to get some icecream. Her favorite little mom-and-pop icecream shop was down the street so I was cool with it.
"It's right there on the right," she directed me as I found somewhere to park.
"Sasha, is that you?" The man at the checkout window asked staring at Sasha.
"Yes Gerald, how are you?" She asked. "Where's my baby?"
"I'm good, she's good, everyone's good. And I'll go get her for you." he told her.
