Little Miss Perfect...Yet Not So Perfect

It Still Hurts

Brandon's POV

Today, was pretty fye for the second day back. At practice, I had a great time working out and talking with my boys and after, I decided to go to Mickey's to get my favorite grilled bacon and chese burger and to say what's up to Mr. Dikes.

Mama was going to be mad that I ate before dinner, but I hadn't had one since two months ago, which was at ending of my sophomore year. She always cooks and rarely ever lets us eat out, because she wasn't raised on eating out unless their was a special event. She also believed that it was cheaper to cook instead.

On the way there, I blasted my favorite songs and snapped my boys from our group chat for the team. They stayed blowing up my phone, mostly talking about what chicks they'd love to hit, new football gear they had, and tips for being a better player. I only send them snaps of what I'm doing at the time, though. I'm not that interested in chit chat.

I pulled up at Mickey's and went in.

Mr.Dikes: Brandon! How are you?

Mr.Dikes was behind the counter making his famous ice cream sundae.

Me: Mr. Dikes! How you been, old man.

Mr. Dikes was a short black old man who stayed busy working in his diner and loved it with a passion. He's been working there for over 30 years and since his wife died and his grandkids went off to college, he liked to keep himself occupied with his diner. He says that it's his second love.

Mr. Dike: You know, just been here serving the community with my delicious food.

He said bringing the ice cream sundae to a little girl with a princess crown on sitting with her family.

Mr Dikes: Now, this is on me. Happy Birthday, sweetie.

She looked at the ice cream and her eyes widen. Her parents smiled and thanked Mr. Dikes.

Me: That's great. The break's been good, but I can't wait to get get back in here. I miss the place already.

I sat at the booth watching Mr. Dikes get some more plates ready, and a few more people came in and sat down.

I was looking at the time on my phone when I heard a familiar female voice ordering the grilled bacon and cheese burger.

I immediately looked up and saw Tati in a hot pink crop top and some ripped jean shorts.

She turned and winked at me.

Me: Hey stranger. Seems like we keep running into each other.

She came closer and whispered to me.

Tati: Are you stalking me?

She giggled making me laugh too.

Me: I don't know, maybe.

Mr. Dike: One bacon and cheese burger. Hold the Ketchup!

He ordered to the cooks in the back while caring two plates to another booth.

She smirked at me.

I got out my phone and went to the contact list.

Me: Before you disappear again, may I have your number?

She looked at my phone, hesitated for a second and then put her contact in.

I wondered why she hesitated and hoped that she didn't put in a fake number.

Me: This better not be a fake number.

I said trying not to smile so much so that she could see that I was serious.