Page 5 of Nuttin for Christmas

“You sound so proper answering the phone,” I chuckled trailing after Chardonnay’sBMW.

The sun was slowly descending but hadn’t quite set and had me thinking it was later than it actually was. Daylight savings had way too much melatonin in it.

“Who’s this?” He asked.

“Your future girlfriend.” I confidently replied, scanning my surroundings and loving the Christmacy atmosphere.

“No, seriously. Who is this?”

I shook my head. Cordaé was really clueless.

“It’s Aisha. Your sisters friend. How’d you forget me that fast?” I playfully whined.

“Oh, umm, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to. I just didn’t catch your voice.”

“Boy! You don’t have to apologize. I’m just joking with you.”

“Oh. Okay.”

I heard him breathe a sigh of relief.

“Are y’all busy?”

“No. It slowed down. It’ll probably be like this the remainder of the night.”

“So, what you doing for Christmas?”

“Besides being with my family, nothing. You?”

“I want you to do me, too.”

“Wait,” he paused. “What?”

I giggled causing him to laugh.

“You ran right into that one.”

“I did, huh?”

“Yep.”

In front of me, Char stopped and let the window down. She gestured for me to pull up on the side of her.

“Hold on, Cordy.”

I put my phone on mute and lowered the volume in case he didn’t follow directions.

“Park right there,” Char extended her candy cane painted nail at an open spot.

“Okay.”

I rolled my window back up before unmuting Cordaé.

“I’m back,” I told him, parking my car.

“No problem.”

“So, you gonna give me your number or do I have to call the bookstore to talk to you?”

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