Can't Take My Eyes Off of You

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Evie

After leaving the meeting Rah and Tron had to go class leaving Des, my dad, and myself. We headed to the library going to the back of the coffee shop the library had to talk. I glanced around the coffee shop seeing some lingering eyes and although I expected them to be on me most of them were on my dad. "What's wrong?" My dad asked. It was obvious some eyes were on me, but I could also see people looking at my dad. "Everyone's staring," I said before he and Des looked around. He draped his arm over my shoulder. "Ignore them." He said as I led us to a table away from everyone.

"You handled yourself very well." My dad said. I looked at him. "Was there any doubt?" Des asked. I chuckled shaking my head. "I was a little surprised at how easy it was," I said. He smiled. "That's because you're a natural." He said. Des snorted. "You are your parents' daughter. You literally have your pop's temper and your mama's mouth." Des said shaking his head. "That's why you're so fucking mean." He added. My dad laughed nodding his head. I smiled. I looked to my left seeing three girls walking our way. "Hey, Evie." A blonde, head said. I tilted my head. "Hi," I said. "Hey, Des." She as did the other two girls with her. "What's up Amber?" Des said with a nod.

They all turned to my dad and smiled. "Hi, I'm Amber, that's Lisa, and that's Michelle," Amber said. "Nice to meet you three." My dad said. I glanced at Des and he shook his head. "We've never seen you around. Are you visiting from another school or something?" Michelle asked as the three of them sat down. My dad glanced at me trying not to laugh. "How do you three know Evie and Des?" He asked. "Oh, we're friends. We have a couple of classes together." Lisa said.

"Amici? Li conosco a malapena." (Friends? I hardly know them.) I huffed rolling my eyes. "E devi ricordarti che sei sposato?" (And you do remember that you are married.) I asked him making Des choke before he started laughing. Because I had no issue with telling my mama, my aunts, and uncles. And then I would have to tell my grandpas and nonna. Then I'd have to go visit my dad in the hospital cause I just know they would try to kill him, and I really don't want to have to deal with that. My dad chuckled drawing me from my thoughts. "Sono molto consapevole di essere sposato." (I am very aware that I am married.) He said. My eyes narrowed. "Oh, wow you speak Italian?" Lisa said. He nodded his head. "Sì." He said. "How do you two know each other?" Michelle asked. "Do you know her boyfriend?" Amber asked with a subtle smirk.

"La prenderò a schiaffi." (I'll slap her.) I said as I made a face as I looked at them. "Questo è divertente." (This is hilarious.) Des said shaking his head. "Oh yeah, Raheem, he's a good guy." My dad said. "Yeah, he is," Lisa said. "We didn't get your name," Michelle said. "Giovanni." He said. I took a sip of my water as I watched the three of them flirt with my father. Batting their lashes. Pushing their chest up. Seductive smiles. I rolled my eyes. They did all of that and my dad didn't look the least bit interested. You would think they'd catch the hint but, no.

I knew my dad was messing with them, but I didn't like seeing them look at him like they did. He even put his wedding ring in plain view for them to see and they didn't care. "Oh Giovanni, huh? That's Italian too, right? Are you from Italy?" Amber asked as she leaned into the table pushing her boobs up. "Oh, dammi una pausa." (Oh, give me a break.) I mumbled. "No, I'm not." He said. "So, Giovanni do you have a girlfriend?" Amber asked. "No, ha una moglie e lei ti ucciderà." (No, he has a wife, and she will kill you.) I said.

My dad laughed at my words. "No, I have a wife." He said holding his hand up showing his ring. "Yes, he has a wife and 6 kids. And the oldest will gladly throw hands, so what's up?" I asked. They looked from me to the ring on my dad's finger.

The three girls looked between us with wide eyes. "He's your dad?" Michelle asked. "Yes," I said. "Damn," Amber said. I looked at her. "You can go now," I said. They nodded their heads before quickly walking off. "How often does that happen?" I asked. "More than you think. Happens to your mom too. We made a game out of it actually." He said with humor in his voice. I shook my head. "Hey, we had you young and we still look good." He said with a shrug. "I don't like it," I mumbled making a face. "Happens with my parents too. I almost fought a guy for trying to step to my mama." Des said with a face of disgust. "You two should be happy you'll look young forever." My dad said. "We're black we're going to look young regardless," Des said making him laugh.