Cherished

- 8 -

"I'll have the buttermilk fried chicken with a side of Mac and cheese please," I placed my order.

The guys had bought Nia and I to this fancy and expensive ass restaurant that I could barely pronounce.

They were dressed down nicely and so were we.

Nia had on a cute long sleeved blouse with a mini skirt, while I was sporting a red skin tight dress with matching heels.

My curls pooled at my shoulders and were shining due to the deep conditioning that I had done earlier

"So you like soul food huh?" DeLane asks.

"Yeah it's one of my favorites, you can't go wrong with it,"

"You're right about that," he slides his arm around my neck.

We were sitting in a booth with Nia and John on one side, and DeLane and I on the other.

Nia and John seemed to be in their own little world, so we left them to it.

"So how old are you?" I ask him.

"I'm 16, but I turn 17 in a few months,"

"Oh well I'm 17," I smile.

"What do you look for in a guy?" He asks.

"Honestly I wasn't really looking for a guy until Nia suggested that I try this. And I'm glad I did because I like you,"

"Damn you catching feelings for a nigga already ?" He smiles and places his hand onto his heart.

"Stop," I look away as I start blushing.

We continued talking and I realized that it had been over an hour since we ordered our food.

The restaurant was packed, but some that walked in after us and with more people had received their orders quicker than we did.

I raise my hand in the air when I noticed a waiter walking out from the back.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Umm I was just wondering how much longer the wait is gonna be for our food,"

"I'm sorry, what were your orders?"

We all repeat our orders to the man as he looks concerned.

"I'm going to go to the back and check on them for you," he nods.