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“For–”
“I’m dressed in a tux, Momma, about to take Tiana on a date. It wasn’t until I’m headed to her crib that I realize I’ve never done this sh– I’ve never done this before.”
“Nervous?”
Then a motherfucker.
“I figure that’s what’s going on.”
“But, there’s confidence. I hear it in your voice.”
“Because, it doesn’t matter how this night ends, I know Tiana is the woman for me. I’m just hoping I’ve chosen the right spot and that she enjoys herself.”
“Understandable. Where are you headed?”
“To the orchestra. A Hip-Hop and R&B joint.”
“She’ll love it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
I released the breath I was holding.
“Appreciate that. Get some rest.”
“And you stop worrying. A challenge is good. Take care of her and she will do the same in return. Maybe you’re new to this whole dating thing, but you’re no stranger to treating women well. Keep those things I’ve instilled in you at the forefront, and you won’t lose, August. I love you, son.”
“Love you, too.”
Our call ended, leaving me with more clarity than I’d expected. I peered out into the water, listening to it ruffle as the waves crashed into the shore. The sound calmed my soul.
Tiana is waiting.
Though it wasn’t yet eight and wouldn’t be by the time I reached her, I wanted to be there just in case. I gathered my bearings and slid back into the driver’s seat. I left the water in my rearview as I headed toward the woman I was sure would make my mother’s dreams of being a grandmother come true.
I mademy way through the lobby of Tiana’s place. The elevator’s door separated the second my finger released the button. I stepped inside and was sure to tap the number six. The reflection of the red roses blurred on the silver doors.
My fingers hadn’t suffered this time. Balle’s assistance kept me from ripping my skin. Together, we dethorned every stem, bundled them, and finished them off with a thick red ribbon.
“She’s a good girl,August. And, I know you’re a good guy. This doesn’t have to be hard. It doesn’t have to be complicated. The only people who can complicate a relationship are those in it. Don’t ever let anyone tell you any differently.
“Protect her heart. Just like you protect me… protect her heart. Make sure she knows how much she means to you every day, and things will work out. Don’t skip a single day. Not even the ones you don’t feel like it, or you two are at odds. Those are always temporary feelings. Make sure the permanent ones shine the brightest and are evident in everything you say and do.
“Find time for her. Even with your demanding schedule. Find time! We suffer if you don’t. Time is important to women. So is energy and effort. I don’t think either of those will be a problem for you, though. The energy is there. You’re a nervous wreck. You’re so far from comfort, but you’re still putting forth the effort. Picking flowers out of the garden. Learning how to make a proper bouquet.
“You’ve cleaned up well. The final component is your time. Your love will come with it. It’s a two-for-one type of situation.
“I’m just rambling. Partly because I’m excited for you two. Partly because love swells my heart. She hasn’t really mentioned it to me. I figure she will soon. I won’t pry. I’ll wait until she’s ready.”
“She didn’t hit you up earlier about me staying longer?”
“No. She and I had plans. She texted to push them back. I was sure it had everything to do with you going missing in the middle of the night.”
“Yeah. She was pissed. Had to get back right with her.”
“I’m happy you did. Now, here,” she said, handing me the final product, “Do my girl right. And, if this job ever becomes too much for you to maintain the connection you’re trying to build with Tiana, just say the word. We’ll find a replacement.”
