Talk a Good Game
it still felt good going down my throat.
I listened as Maria demonstrated how to generated reports using the
self-service center. I scribbled notes in my binder then heard my
cellphone vibrating in my purse. I reached down and discreetly
noticed I had a text from Jeremy.
    Hey beautiful. Hope you’re having
a blessed day. I’m thinking ahead to when u come back. What days
can I plan some things with u? It could be hourly. I just want some
time.
    Wow. He was already planning ahead. I smiled because
it was obvious that he liked me, which was a good thing since I
felt the same way about him.
    Any day you want next week. You
just tell me. I’ll be working on a training class but ur worth
making time for.
    I hit Send then glanced up at the
projector to see if Maria noticed I was not paying attention. She
hadn’t. Good, because my phone vibrated again.
    Wow! I appreciate that. I believe I am also.
Lol.
    I grinned as another text came in.
    Hope you’re smiling. It’s
pretty.
    I was really grinning now.
    I’m giving you permission to.
LOL
    I texted back.
    Yes, I’m smiling.
    Timmy kicked my boot again.
“Ouch!” My head whipped around and I glared at him.
    “ Yo, pay attention,” he whispered.
I was ready to kick him back because that shit hurt but he was so
cute with those deep dimples of his.
    Timmy was a senior master sergeant
so he outranked me and was assigned to the 192nd Fighter Wing in
Hampton, VA. We had met years ago at the senior NCO academy and
ended up sleeping together on more than one occasion. We tried the
long distance thing for a while, but eventually I met Rock and the
relationship tapered off. Last night we had laughed and talked for
so long that it felt like old times yet instead of thinking about
kicking it again with Timmy, I found myself looking forward to
Jeremy ’s phone calls and text
messages.
    I made myself focus on class. And when it was time
to break for lunch I rose and reached for my purse under the
seat.
    “ You wanna go and get something to
eat?” Timmy suggested.
    I ’ m not going to
lie. The brotha was gorgeous. He stood to his full six-five stance
and I tilted my head and looked up into his beautiful chocolate
eyes. Timmy made a military uniform look good. “Sure, what you got
a taste for today?” I followed him out the room and down the hall
along, with the other twenty airmen in our class.
    “ I figure
Wendy ’s would be
quick.”
    I nodded and put my hat on my head just as we
stepped out the building. Tim was quiet. I could tell there was
something on his mind. He waited until we got into the rental car
before he said something.
    “ Look, after we went back to our
rooms last night I spent a lot of time thinking about us and what
coulda been.”
    I looked at the glove compartment
and blushed. “I was thinking the same thing.”
    His eyes lit up and he reached
over for my hand and squeezed it. “I’ve missed you, Nyree. I wanna
see if we can get this relationship back where it used to
be.”
    If he had asked me weeks ago I
would have jumped at the chance. Hell as desperate as I was after
the situation with Rock, I would have taken anything I could get.
But now that I had met someone that lived close enough I could see
him as often as I wanted I wasn’t sure if a long distance
relationship was where I wanted to be.
    I shrugged. “I don’t know..
Maybe.”
    “ Damn, baby, you
make it sound like I ’ m putting a gun to your head.”
Timmy even had the nerve to try and look hurt.
    “ Nah, I didn’t mean it like
that.”
    We got to Wendy ’s and
I felt my phone ringing in my purse. “I gotta pee. Order me a
strawberry salad,” I said and dashed into the stall. By then the
phone had stopped ringing but I noticed Jeremy had sent me another
text.
    J: Whatcha doing? Thinking about
me? Notice I didn’t put a LOL
    I ’ m a big believer
of multitasking so I decided to text and pee.
    Me: Actually I am.
    J: I knew it. Care to share??
    Me: I was thinking about the
comedy show

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