across the frying pan with a sense of confidence in her abilities. The kitchen was a mess, but the house soon smelled of good old southern cooking as the aroma of grits and sizzling bacon surfaced throughout.
Her roommate Aisha, who was still asleep upstairs, woke up to her stomach growling as the smell made its way into her room.
Aisha was around the same age as Sydney, slightly shorter and curvier, with more of a chocolate complexion. They had met at the local community college not long after Sydney moved up from South Carolina. They weren’t the best of friends, but they were close.
She walked downstairs into the kitchen wearing a head wrap and striped blue pajamas with a small t-shirt that showed flashes of her pierced belly button. She couldn’t help but snicker, watching Sydney dancing all by herself with a cup of hot chocolate in her hand.
“ Somebody had a good night,” she yawned with a face full of curiosity, catching Sydney off guard.
She pulled out one of the stools from the island in the center of the kitchen and sat down, anxious to hear all of the juicy details. Sydney leaned back against the counter across from her, holding the cup to her mouth with both hands. Her smile stretched from one side of the cup to the other as she tried her hardest to pretend there was nothing to tell.
“ Come on, girl ! How was it…how was he?!” She asked, expecting the details to be juicy by the look on Sydney’s face
“Unbelievable!” Sydney exclaimed.
She sat her cup on the island, nearly spilling it as she ran around to the other stool like a teenage girl after her first date.
“And start from the beginning!” Aisha insisted, cutting her off before a single word had fallen from her lips.
Sydney told her everything, from her fear of Mason standing her up to him finally showing up late, and on a motorcycle at that. She told Aisha about how he convinced her to get on despite how afraid she was at first, and how his ‘around the corner’ ride turned into over the bridge and all night. She went on and on and on. Aisha sat back and watched Sydney’s face light up as she told her one thing after the other. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Sydney so happy. Most of her dates never went well, and after her last boyfriend which was well over a year ago she couldn’t remember the last time Sydney had gone out with anyone. The more Sydney told her about Mason the more she couldn’t wait to meet him, if for nothing else than to see if he was actually real.
Aisha got up from the stool and walked over to the refrigerator to pour a glass of orange juice while Sydney went on with her story.
She set the glass down on the counter to pour the juice and turned back to Sydney. “So what time did you get in last night?” she asked suggestively.
She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t remember. I know it was pretty late, though.”
“Late huh, so …he just –dropped you off…?”
Sydney caught the hint of what Aisha was really trying to ask her. “Yes… he just dropped me off, and then he left. He did not come in,” she laughed.
Aisha raised one eyebrow, looking away in the opposite direction. “You’re better than me, girl…”
Sydney gave her an equally awkward look. “Don’t I know it,” she laughed.
Aisha was different from Sydney in that category, and traditionally she would have been exactly Mason’s type: not plagued by moral decisions and okay with meeting a person and sleeping with them in the same night. Had it been her in Sydney’s place, the night would have undoubtedly ended in a very familiar place: either hers or his. Sydney wasn’t that type of girl, though; she never had been. In the years Aisha had known her and lived with her, she’d never had a guy spend the night and she had never spent the night at a guy’s place. Whether it was a religious or personal preference, to Aisha, Sydney was the epitome of the good
Her roommate Aisha, who was still asleep upstairs, woke up to her stomach growling as the smell made its way into her room.
Aisha was around the same age as Sydney, slightly shorter and curvier, with more of a chocolate complexion. They had met at the local community college not long after Sydney moved up from South Carolina. They weren’t the best of friends, but they were close.
She walked downstairs into the kitchen wearing a head wrap and striped blue pajamas with a small t-shirt that showed flashes of her pierced belly button. She couldn’t help but snicker, watching Sydney dancing all by herself with a cup of hot chocolate in her hand.
“ Somebody had a good night,” she yawned with a face full of curiosity, catching Sydney off guard.
She pulled out one of the stools from the island in the center of the kitchen and sat down, anxious to hear all of the juicy details. Sydney leaned back against the counter across from her, holding the cup to her mouth with both hands. Her smile stretched from one side of the cup to the other as she tried her hardest to pretend there was nothing to tell.
“ Come on, girl ! How was it…how was he?!” She asked, expecting the details to be juicy by the look on Sydney’s face
“Unbelievable!” Sydney exclaimed.
She sat her cup on the island, nearly spilling it as she ran around to the other stool like a teenage girl after her first date.
“And start from the beginning!” Aisha insisted, cutting her off before a single word had fallen from her lips.
Sydney told her everything, from her fear of Mason standing her up to him finally showing up late, and on a motorcycle at that. She told Aisha about how he convinced her to get on despite how afraid she was at first, and how his ‘around the corner’ ride turned into over the bridge and all night. She went on and on and on. Aisha sat back and watched Sydney’s face light up as she told her one thing after the other. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Sydney so happy. Most of her dates never went well, and after her last boyfriend which was well over a year ago she couldn’t remember the last time Sydney had gone out with anyone. The more Sydney told her about Mason the more she couldn’t wait to meet him, if for nothing else than to see if he was actually real.
Aisha got up from the stool and walked over to the refrigerator to pour a glass of orange juice while Sydney went on with her story.
She set the glass down on the counter to pour the juice and turned back to Sydney. “So what time did you get in last night?” she asked suggestively.
She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t remember. I know it was pretty late, though.”
“Late huh, so …he just –dropped you off…?”
Sydney caught the hint of what Aisha was really trying to ask her. “Yes… he just dropped me off, and then he left. He did not come in,” she laughed.
Aisha raised one eyebrow, looking away in the opposite direction. “You’re better than me, girl…”
Sydney gave her an equally awkward look. “Don’t I know it,” she laughed.
Aisha was different from Sydney in that category, and traditionally she would have been exactly Mason’s type: not plagued by moral decisions and okay with meeting a person and sleeping with them in the same night. Had it been her in Sydney’s place, the night would have undoubtedly ended in a very familiar place: either hers or his. Sydney wasn’t that type of girl, though; she never had been. In the years Aisha had known her and lived with her, she’d never had a guy spend the night and she had never spent the night at a guy’s place. Whether it was a religious or personal preference, to Aisha, Sydney was the epitome of the good
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