to ear as I walked up to my seat and sat down.
âIâm glad you could make it,â he said, lifting his wine glass to his lips. I began to smile as I sat down. There were two red envelopes with my name on them on the table.
âAre these for me?â I asked, picking up the envelopes.
âYeah, J.J., itâs all you.â
âHi, can I start you off with something to drink?â asked the white waitress who approached our table.
âYes, please, I would like a Cosmopolitan,â I stated.
âAnd would you like another glass of wine, sir?â she asked, looking at Bryant.
âNo, Iâm fine, thanks, just water.â Once the waitress walked away I proceeded to look to see what was in the two envelopes. I pulled out the first card that said âThank youâ and the other card said âI love being your friend.â I smiled at him when he reached across the table and planted a kiss on my lips.
âBryant, what if someone sees us kissing,â I said, blushing.
âI donât give a damn. Like I said before, Baby, itâs all you tonight.â
âWell, Bryant, we need to talk,â I said as the waitress came back with my drink and his water. She placed it down on the table and said that sheâd be back to take our orders.
âAlright, I guess we do need to talk. Listen, I know I shouldâve let you know sooner what was going on with meââ
âYes,â I interrupted. âYou shouldâve let me know everything thatâs going on with you. Shit, Bryant, I donât know shit about you,â I added.
âWhat you mean you âdonât know shitâ about me? You know enough.â My face started to turn red. I tried my best to keep my voice down in the nice atmosphere.
âWhat the fuck do you mean I âknow enoughâ? I donât know shit about you. The only thing I know about you is your last name and Iâm not too sure if I know the truth about that.â He then reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.
âHere, see. My driverâs license.â He reached across the table to show me his license. âSee, I am Bryant Thompson,â he added proudly.
âOkay, be that as it may. The only thing I know about you is your first and last name. I donât know nothinâ else.â
âAlright, J. Letâs calm down. What do you wanna know?â I began to look around the restaurant seeing the after-work crowd expanding. I tried to focus on a couple of questions that needed to be answered.
âWell, for starters, where the fuck do you live and have you ever messed with a guy before?â He looked around the restaurant, hoping no one heard us.
âCan you calm down, please,â he begged. âNow letâs talk like adults.â
âOkay,â I agreed. âWhere do you live?â
âBaby, I live in Southwest, Fifty-eight-twenty-four Chester Avenue,â he said. âYou donât believe me, do you?â He opened his wallet again to show me his address.
âOkay, granted. I know where you live but I donât know your past, your history, nothing.â The waitress came back to take our orders as I did a quick overview of the menu.
âAre you guys ready?â She stood, holding her pen and pad. Bryant motioned for me to order first.
âIâll have the tender chicken roast with mashed potatoes,â I requested. Bryant ordered the cheesy noodles. I was happy to know that it wouldnât take long so I could get back to scolding him.
âNow, you didnât answer my next question. Have you ever been with a guy before?â
âTo finally answer your question, the answer is no. I have always been straight until I met you. Iâve always liked girls but for some reason your skin color and the texture of your hair made me attracted to you.â
I smiled, then put my head down and blushed.
âWell, I try to take good
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