Waking up to my phone vibrating on my nightstand is the worst sound ever. I lifted it up, half awake. When I saw who it was from, I sat up. It was from Brooklynn.
"Hey I forgot a time. How about 8:30?" it said. I looked over at my alarm clock. It read 8:06! I needed to get ready. But, she did say dress down. Maybe, I could go in my pajamas. I looked down at what I had on. I was shirtless, with black gym shorts on, hanging off my waist, just enough to see the tops of my tattoos near my crouch. Protecting , the 'Family Jewels', I pulled off the shorts and put on grey sweats and a wifebeater. I put on my red Nikes and put on my watch. I grabbed my phone and walked down stairs. I put Hitch's food in a bowl and walked out of my apartment. I didn't realize I was walking fast till I stopped for the elevator and tapped my foot, impatiently. When it dinged open I jumped in and hit the garage button. The ride seemed to last for eternity. When it stopped, I walked-ran to my car and jumped in fast. I quickly started Victoria and pulled out the fastest I ever did. When I made it to Ihop, it was 8:26. I got out and slowly walking towards the entrance, trying to catch my breath, when I saw her sitting outside. I swear, this girl, is the one, I thought to myself. She had her hair up in a high bun, a black and blue sports bra under a white wifebeater with dark grey sweats and black and white Nike running shoes. She didn't see me though, she was deeply staring at her phone screen. I took one deep breath and walked over.
"You're almost late." she said, not looking up at me.
"How do you know?" I asked ,wondering if she saw me staring at her.
"You were diving fast," she said looking up at me with bright eyes and a white smile."You do drive the only yellow Aston Martin in the world."
"Yep, she's my pride and joy. Her names Victoria. Like Victoria Beckham." I said, sitting. I didn't realize I was gushing over another woman until it was too late. I looked over at her sheepishly."Sorry about that."
"No problem. My car's name is Shamar. Like Shamar Moore." she said with a mischievous grin on her face. I smiled back. The waiter came out and asked what we wanted. At the same time, we said the exact same thing. We looked at each other and bursted into laughter. The waiter laughed as he wrote down our order and walked back inside. We sat looking at each other, not saying anything, our eyes doing the talking.Out of habit, I reached across the table and grabbed her hand. She looked down at her hand and then back at me with the most beautiful smile ever. She looked at me and opened her mouth to say something when she looked pass me and all the color drained from her face. She continued to stare behind me so turned around. Standing in the entrance was a boy and a girl. The boy was smiling and rubbing the girls stomach. I looked back at Brooklynn and she was staring at me. Strangely,she didn't look the same as she did earlier. The color was back in her skin and she had a slight smile on her lips.
"Are you okay?" she asked grabbing my other hand. I'm so confused. What just happened?!
"I should be asking you the same thing. What was that about?" I asked.
"What was wha-" she started before we were interrupted.
"Brooklynn?! Brooklynn, is that you?! Oh my gosh, it is!!"
"Shit." she said under her breath. She looked up and with a smile I've never seen, she said hi to the strangers.
" Hello Connor. Hi Rebecca."
