Page 84 of Curvy Girl Summer

Twisting my lips, I hid my amusement. “You’re an asshole, and you’re not funny.”

“You know it was funny.” Pointing at the booth next to him, he continued, “We’re right here.”

I slid into the booth. “What’s wrong with you?” I cocked my head to the side and waited for him to sit. “You’re so bored at home that you invited me here to try out your jokes?”

His eyes danced. “I didn’t know you were going to come here dressed like Charlie Brown! How is that on me?”

I glared at him because now that he’d said it, I couldn’t unsee the comparison he was making.

I pointed dramatically toward the exit. “I will walk out of here and never look back.”

His head tipped back, and he chuckled. “Aight, my bad. I’ll stop. You look good. You look like wah wah wah wah wah.”

My eyes narrowed at his imitation of Charlie Brown’s teacher. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. “Cut the bullshit, Ahmad.”

Amused with himself, he sat back in his seat. “I just wanted to talk to you, check in with you. You enjoyed yourself at the concert?”

“I did. India Davis’s voice is impeccable. We were up top, so we had a great view of the stage. She puts on such a great show,” I gushed.

He nodded. “Yeah, she did her thing. She has the voice of an angel.”

“Aww. It’s cute watching someone with a crush.”

He rolled his eyes. “Here you go. We didn’t really get a chance to talk about it much, but my boys overexaggerated my thing for India Davis.”

“Bullshit!” I exclaimed. “I think it was in our very first conversation you said that your dream woman was India Davis.” He opened his mouth to dispute it, but I pointed at him. “Lie if you want to, but I know you got it bad.”

He burst out laughing. “Maybe I’m telling you too much because I don’t remember telling you that, but it’s true. You got me.”

With a self-satisfied grin, I wiggled in my chair. “I know. Oh!”

“What?”

I put my hands to my chest. “I’m so sorry. I forgot your umbrella at home, but I can go get it after we leave here.”

He shook his head. “No, you don’t have to do all that running around. You can just bring it on Friday.”

“I live really close. It’s no problem at all.”

A smile played on his lips. “How close is close?”

“Across the street.”

He froze. “The Manor?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

He laughed.

“What’s so funny?” I wondered.

“I just moved there about six months ago.”

I gasped. “No!”

It was a big building with at least sixty luxury apartments in the restored space. I barely knew my neighbors on my floor, let alone other people within the building. But for some reason, the idea of Ahmad living in my building made me squirm.

He smirked. “Yes.”

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