Finding Love

Chapter 5

POV: Asia

A month had passed and I'm not gonna lie, this internship was kicking my ass! I don't even recall ever doing so much research in my life. But my focus was on making the best impression and learning everything that I needed to know. Ignoring Mr. man was even easier than I thought. He was focused on his tasks and for some strange reason, he always was the first to leave and seemed to be in a hurry all the time. I grew closer to two of the other interns and we often had study dates to stay on our p's and q's. Deidra was a 5'7" caramel toned chick who was about 135 pounds with a slim waist, chinky eyes, and a layered curly bob; she was training to be a forensic toxicologist. Miguel was a handsome, chubby Puerto Rican-American who was about 5'10"; he wanted to be a forensic lab technician. Y'all ladies would've wanted him since he was smart, attractive, and funny but too bad this papi was gay.

It was Sunday and Deidra and Miguel came to my condo for our regular session. While we took a break, and was eating my famous spinach lasagna, the topic somehow drifted into talking about relationships.

"Well y'all already know I'm gay as hell! I came out to my fam when I was 13 and they supported me ever since. I been rocking with Mikey for the past 3 years and I couldn't be any happier; what about you Dede," said Miguel.

"Relationships ain't shit but I do got my eye on a nigga tho. He real fine y'all and did I tell y'all I'm attracted to athletes. But anyway, just know I'm bout to make this nigga mine," Deidra said excitedly.

"At least y'all got someone or can pursue someone. I ain't even ever made it to first base. I'm all about fulfilling my dreams and chasing this green. I got no time for relationships. Ain't nobody checking for me anyway," I said. "Now enough with this sappy shit, let's get back to work."

*The next day at the internship*

"It appears that the victim died from a traumatic aortic rupture due to the impact of the fall but I strongly believe that this fall was no accident. His medical records showed that he already had a sub-intimal hemorrhage. It's possible that someone already knew of his heart condition, I said to Mr. Forest after examining my first corpse.

"The toxicology report also showed traces of phencyclidine (PCP) in his blood which causes symptoms such as dizziness, blurred vision, loss of balance and muscle control. These symptoms make falling so much easier. This case can no longer be considered a suicide but a homicide," Jacquez chimed in.

Yes guys, if you didn't know by now, I found out Mr. man's name. I had no choice at the matter. Mr. Forest had the brilliant idea to pair us up to help solve this case. So much for ignoring his handsome chocolate ass but I had to stay focus. My future was on the line and I wasn't messing it up for anyone.  But still, I would've preferred working with Deidra. I was hoping that we would close this case soon because the less contact the better.

The day was finally done and I was exhausted and hungry. I was too lazy to cook so after getting home and having a long shower, I got dressed and drove to one of my favorite restaurants, The Cheesecake Factory. Damn it was packed. I was lucky to get seated quickly since it was only me. I ordered the warm crab and artichoke dip as my appetizer, the Jamaican black pepper shrimp as my entree, and last but certainly not least my favorite dessert, Reese's peanut butter chocolate cake cheesecake. I didn't even know why I ordered so much food in the first place; I knew I would never finish it.

While I asked the waiter to put my slice of cheesecake and the rest of my food in to-go containers, I heard a loud commotion coming from across the dining hall. I saw about twenty men at a large table all dressed in expensive suits and ties laughing loudly; they looked like men of importance. While I was looking at the men and trying to figure out who they were, my eyes came in direct contact with Jacquez. I think he noticed me staring so I quickly grabbed my packaged food and left the cash on the table and walked briskly to my car.

I hope he didn't see me; and if he did, I hope he didn't think I was a stalker. But why was he there?It seemed like he was well established, so why was he at the internship? Girl,mind your damn motherfucking business, I thought in my Kevin Hart voice. I needed to keep Jacquez and my feelings towards him suppressed and I prayed that I would have no more encounters with him outside the internship. I couldn't deny that I was attracted to him but he wasn't right for me.