Mr.Carter

3

   "When will I be expecting grand-babies?" My mom asks through the phone while I'm driving to Eli's pre-engagement party.

   "Mom, isn't it too early for me to have kids?" I ask.

   "Not too early for me. I'm not getting any younger and I want some grand babies, Damien Carter. You're set in life, so you can get married and have kids. You're stable."

   "Just because I'm stable, doesn't mean I'm ready. Sorry for bringing your hopes down, but you will not be seeing little kids for who knows how long." I chuckle.

   "Don't play with me boy. I want a daughter in-law and at least three grand babies before I turn 50."

"Can't make you any promises, mom." I park my car and get out. I walk inside the restaurant that they rented for the night. It's filled with teammates and their girls, and Karen's friends. "Mom, I'll call you back later."

"Mhm, you better be proposing." She laughs. "I love you baby," She kisses.

"Love you too mom." I kiss her back but I don't make it too noticeable.

"My man," Eli walks up to me and greets me with a handshake.

"Damn, look at all the fine women around here?"

"Hey Damien," His girl walks up to me and interrupts our conversation. "Pre-engagement gifts belongs over there." She points. "However, since you're busy talking to Eli, I'll put it away for you." She lays out her hand and I hand it to her.

Women loves gifts. Trust me. She shakes it to figure out what i bought and smiles, "Good choice." She walks away.

"No flirting with anyone unless if it's...." Eli speaks but I ignore him and walk past him to find this lady standing alone with a glass of wine in her hand. She must be one of Karen's friends.

"I couldn't help but notice why is a pretty girl like you is standing all alone." I whisper in her ear with one of my hands around her waist.

She didn't bother pushing me away from here. Instead, she takes a sip of her wine, and then smiles at me, showing off her purely whites. "Thanks for noticing, Damien Carter."

   "The pleasure is all mine," I return the smile.

She giggles. She offers me a drink that I don't turn down. She calls the waitress over. I look in the path of the nearest waitress. Turning around with a tray filled with wine is Alex. She's wearing a brown buttoned down shirt with her name tag on it, a pair of black slacks, and a pair of black flats. Her hair is the same but this time with a small bow on the right side of her head.

It's been a week and she didn't bother calling me. I knew that I should've asked for her number instead because I sure would've made the call.

"Yes?" Alex speaks. She looks down. I guess she's looking to where my hands were located. She then looks back up, trying to make it look unnoticeable, but that didn't work.

"My friend here," She looks back at me, smiles, and then faces Alex again. "Would like a Martini." She orders.

"Umm, I'll get right on it." She turns around and bumps into someone, causing the wine to fall over her dress. I laugh a little. She's also a clumsy one.

"Oh my gosh!" She exclaims. "Do you know how much this dress cost?" Alex doesn't answer. "Well, it's more than what this job is paying you." She goes on and on. She's being overly dramatic.

Alex still doesn't say anything to defend herself. I mean, she did spill wine all over the girl, but the girl was being too disrespectful.  She walks away; which is pretty shocking to me because most girls wouldn't take that shit from anyone.