“Yes, I noticed that,” I replied.
“Jennifer, is it?” Emani asked her.
“Yes.”
“Do you like sushi?”
“E, no!” Avery shouted. Jennifer and I looked between the two of them, and if I didn’t know Emani was a lesbian, I wouldn’t have caught the innuendo.
I laughed. “It’s actually her favorite food, Emani.”
“Oh, really?”
“Baby, stop,” Avery warned as I continued laughing.
“It is,” Jen replied, smiling.
“Let’s go have some for lunch then, shall we?”
“Don’t you have a baby mama or some shit?” Avery asked.
“I’m keeping my options open.”
Jen blushed. “Oh, I’m flattered, but I’m not into girls.”
“Me either.” She winked at her. “I’m hungry, and my brother is boo’d up now. I need a lunch partner. My treat.”
“Um, okay. I can’t deny my favorite food.” Jen and Emani left the conference room as Avery and I laughed.
“She gets on my damn nerves, man.”
“My friend is going to be in for a rude awakening.” I continued laughing as we exited the conference room and headed back toward his office.
“If she knows what’s good for her, she wouldn’t go to lunch with her. I won’t be surprised if you get a phone call tonight with her telling you how she turned her out.”
“Oh goodness! I hope not.”
“I have something for you. I was trying to give it to you the night of the party, but you know how that night ended.”
“Yes, I remember.” We walked into his office, and he went inside his desk, pulling out an envelope and handing it to me.
“What’s this?”
“Open it.” I opened the envelope and pulled the papers from it. I read the first few lines and dropped down in the seat in front of his desk in shock.
“When did you . . . How did you?—?”
“I apologize for invading your privacy, but I couldn’t help it. I want to see you succeed and do all the things you want to do in life, without the extra stress. Consider it an early birthday gift and my way of showing you how much I care about you.”
“Avery.” I didn’t know what to say. There, in my hands, was a letter and receipt stating that my loans had been paid in full. “I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this.”
“I know a few ways,” he said, licking and biting his lip with humor playing on his face.
My cheeks heated, and I looked away from him. “I’ll come by tonigh?—”
“Thank you, Jesus!”
I screamed. “Not you, praising the Lord!”