90 Days to Love (Completed)

11: Not A Date

Giovanni Sanders

I pulled into the parking lot of the address that Dr. Roger had texted me. I doubled checked about three times just to be certain, because the house I parked in front of; looked humbler than I had expected. Not that anything was wrong with it, the exterior was neat and well-kept, she had a small little garden at the front, some porch furniture, good enough lot space. However, for a doctor I had to admit that I expected more than a little bungalow in such a run-down neighborhood.

I shut off the engine and adjusted the dress shirt I was wearing. I knew it wasn't a date or anything but my father trained me to always bring a woman a bouquet flowers nonetheless and that's exactly what I did. I put it into the back seat and did some last-minute cleaning of the seats. I had been with my ex girlfriend Hazel for the last two years of high school, she was used to my habits and the way my car was, but Dr. Rogers; wasn't some highs school boo, she was a woman and I had to make sure my impression lasted. Date or not.

I grabbed my phone before getting ready to hop out. As I reached for the handle, a bright spark of lightning ripped through the sky, causing me to look up at the rain cloud that seemed like they weren't letting up. It was the middle of summer; I really wasn't expecting it so I didn't come as prepared as I would've liked. Not to mention the fact that a white dress shirt was the only one I had. White, rain... you get the picture.

I sighed and groaned for a few moments, before realizing that it wasn't going to get any better than this. I might as well face it now.

Opening the door, I wasted no time sprinting for the porch. I even cut through the grass to save myself some time, however it was a huge mistake. I made it to the door in a few seconds at most and luckily my shirt didn't get as wet.

"Damnit." I hissed, looking down at my shoes that were covered in mud from the wet grass. What an impression, Gio. I shook my head, trying to figure out ways to look more presentable but it was far too late. I was at her front door, I had no other options in my car, I lived 45 minutes out and if I were to go back; without a doubt we'd miss the show. I should just cancel.

As I reached to get my phone, the screen door before me swung open catching me all the way off guard. I looked up with widened eyes to see an older woman, in about her 40s at most, she was dressed in African Traditional fabric; from her head to her feet. The fabric was, beautiful but not as beautiful as her. Despite how beautiful she was, she wasn't the beautiful woman that I had planned to spent the night with.

"Sorry, I think I have the wrong house."

"Giovanni?" her accent was thick, but thankfully I was able to decipher what it was that she was saying.

"Uh, yes. That's me."

"Come inside, Gabby will be right with you."

I smiled, "thank you... as much as I'd love to come in. My shoes got dirty from the grass and I don't want to ruin your floors." Her brows met as she looked down to see what I had been talking about, once she did a smile lit up her face and she gestured for me to come in. "New Shoes." She said, opening the door and stepping aside, giving me space.

"Are you sure?"

The woman gave me a nod yes and I hesitantly stepped right inside. I didn't go any further than the front door mat though, I knew better. I stepped out of the shoes I had before picking them up from the insides. "Give them to me." she said, outstretching her hands.

"Oh, please no." I shook my head. "They're really dirty."

"Give them to me." she insisted, snatching them away before I could have another say. "Follow me."