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Chapter 6

Eric

| Los Angeles, CA |

I honestly didn't think Kimora would agree to go out to lunch with me. But to my surprise, she did. She explained that she always goes to pick up a quick lunch after she visits her husband, which I didn't mind because I was hungry as hell. I followed Kimora on the interstate until I seen the skyline of Los Angeles. Different buildings of all heights and amazing architecture is one of the few things that makes my city amazing.

I was cruising while vibin' out to Chris Brown and Kendrick Lamar's, Autumn Leaves as the bass knocked through my Beats car speakers. I could feel each vibrating from the bass surging through my body. You know I had to support the big homie Dre. As for Kimora, I followed behind her car as she turned into the shopping center over on Westwood. She circled the parking lot of Starbucks, Honey Ham, Chipotle and a bunch of other food restaurants I don't really give a fuck about. I followed suit and parked my black beauty next to hers and cut the engine off.

Stepping out the whip, I felt like that nigga but something about her made me feel a little intimidated. Its been a while since I've taking interest into a woman, especially since Tae. I was tripping off her because she had certain intricacies of my late wife, Shayla. But nah, she can never be baby girl. No broad can ever be. Kimora hopped out her car, hitting her car alarm after shutting her door. I felt myself biting my bottom lip as she walked so sexily and confident. It was a natural walk, which made it oh so fuckin better.

"I hope you don't mind Panera Bread", she says to me with a smile.

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"Never really ate here", I said as I looked at the menu while waiting in the line that was filled with at least three or four people ahead of us. "My daughter used to beg me to go here to get some pecan roll or some shit."

"It's pretty good. I always get the Broccoli and Cheddar Bread Bowl with a Lemonade and some chips."

"Bread Bowl?", I questioned.

She nodded, glancing over at me. "Yeah, you should get it. I think you would like it."

Fuck it, I thought. I mean, I'm not a big soup eater but I can fuck with it for the moment just to see what my high maintained ass daughters love so much about this place. But baby girl Erica, me and her always hit up Roscoe's and cold tear some shit up. My first baby girl aint afraid to get her hands dirty.

Kimora ordered our food once we were next in line. The cashier was a stringy black-haired, pale skinned young girl with freckles and bright pink lips. She was short and slim. Sort of like Amanda Anaconda from nickelodeon back in the day with the body resemblance of stick stickily. I took out my credit card and paid for the meal, small $26.97 for our lunch date.

We took a kiosk buzzer with the number #43 plastered across. We both made small talk as we strolled across the abstract patterned carpet that was beneath our feet to a free booth that was not too far from the entrance of the restaurant. I took a seat on the opposite side of Kimora as I watched her slide into the booth.

"I really hope you enjoy it. I love this place."

"Yeah, I hope I do too. I aint never been in here to sit down and eat. Not really my thing."