Page 14 of Business Casual

“He needs Jesus.”

“Amen to that.”

We clinked our water glasses just as the bartender came to take our order.

Soon, the drinks were flowing, the food was being devoured, and the conversation was nonstop.

“I think I’m going to have Lamont pick us up because these drinks are strong,” Keisha said in a singsong voice.

I laughed. “That’s not a bad idea.”

“I’m going to the bathroom and then let’s get one more round.”

I nodded. “I like the way you think,” I told her as she sauntered off.

Smiling giddily to myself, I bit into a salsa covered chip.It’s been too long since I had a night out like this.

Truly, it had only been three weeks. But when the tequila was flowing through my system and the food kept getting better with each bite and the DJ was playing hit after hit, I was feeling too good to be concerned with logic or facts.

After I eat this last taco, I’m going to get on the dance floor,I decided, turning almost all the way around in my seat.The DJ is not playing around.

The people on the dance floor seemed like they were having such a good time—even the ones who weren’t on beat. Three songs passed and I was eating and wiggling in my seat during the fourth when Keisha shuffled back to her seat.

“I thought you fell in,” I joked.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, Keisha leaned forward. “Remember when I said that fine ass man was checking you out, but then our food came and he disappeared?”

I nodded as I poured the last bit of my daiquiri into my mouth. “Mm hm.”

“I saw him on my way back and I overheard him and his friend arguing about which was the better sportscar and his friend was giving him shit for getting a Lamborghini. So, I said that my best friend has a Ferrari and she would argue that it’s the superior sportscar.”

“And is.” I took the last bite of my taco.

She grinned. “So long story short, he’s coming this way.” She lowered her voice. “Wipe your chin!”

Chewing, I grabbed my napkin and cleaned my face. “Am I good?”

“Perfect!” Her eyes shifted over my shoulder. “Hello again, Lamborghini.”

A low chuckle rumbled from behind me. “Hello again,” the deep voice replied. “May I buy you ladies another round of whatever you’re drinking?”

I fought the urge to immediately turn around and look up at him. Instead, I stared at my best friend for a few seconds.

“We don’t accept drinks from strangers,” Keisha replied with a smile. “What’s your name?”

I turned my head slightly and gasped at the sight of him. “Tre,” I blurted out in surprise.

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