After trying on dresses that day, it just made everything so
real and I began to get even more excited. Even through my excitement I still
had faint thoughts in the back of head about Jasmine and if she was okay and if
there was something she wasn’t telling me. But knowing Jasmine, if she had
something to tell me, she would, so that thought took the backburner.
I
needed to talk to Kourtney because lately she hasn’t been coming around and that’s
unlike her, so I called her up for lunch.
Hours later I arrived at the Rockit Bar & Grill down the
street from Kourt’s job. I got a table next to the window, asked the waitress
for some water and lemon slices until Kourt got there. I was only there for
about 5 minutes before Kourt strutted in with her red and gold 6 inch heels and
her long honey blonde hair flowing behind her. I got up and gave her a hug as she
laid a huge kiss on my cheek and sat down.
“Hey girl! Look at you, look at you, Bride to be!” Kourt
nearly shouted.
“Naw, look at you, coming in here with those heels. Those
are hot!”
“Thanks, you know I can’t stay away from Lily’s Boutique for
long.”
“Oh I know! You’re always in that damn store.”
“I knooowwwwww. I’m addicted.”
“You need to fix that, and quick because when you go broke
I’m not lending you NO money.”
We both burst into laughter as the waitress walked over to
take our order. I ordered the Bourbon Chipotle Maple Wings and Kourtney ordered
the Pork Chops and Applesauce. I swear she always orders the most weirdest
things.
I quickly changed the subject after the waitress left and
said in a playful tone, “You know I’m mad at you right?”
“I know, I know. I'm sorry I wasn’t able to make it that
day to try on dresses. My job has been killing me lately. I don’t think I’ve
told you yet but last week my manager told me that there was a regional manager
position open and she believes I have the potential for it. So she’s been
working my butt off and preparing me for the interview next week. ”
“KOURT!!!!”
“What?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?? Oh my God that is great! I know
you gon be getting paaiiiidddd.”
“I know, that means more shooooeeesss.”
I gave her the ‘If you buy one more pair of shoes’ look and
said, “So you ready? You prepared?”
“Yea I am, but I don’t know about the position though,
because it involves a lot of traveling and I won’t be at home a lot, and I
don’t know how I feel about that.”
“Yea, that will be a huge change in your life, but go to the
interview, see how it goes, and when you get that call back, because I know you
will, just think about what a great opportunity it is.”
“You’re right. I mean there are tons of perks with this
position so I might have to really consider it.”
By then the waitress returned with our food and we devoured
everything on our plates. We then asked the waitress for our check because she
had to go back to work.
“Well thanks for coming out, you know I’ve been missing you
and wanted to make sure you were okay since I haven’t seen you.”
“No problem, you know I missed you too and thanks, but I’m
okay, maybe tired as hell, but okay.”
We both laughed and headed towards the door.
I told Kourtney to go ahead and get back to work and I was
going to run to the bathroom really quick before I drove back home. She waved
goodbye and I hurried to the washroom.
As I was leaving the restaurant, I heard,
“Miss….Miss…..Wait!”
I quickly turned around and saw the waitress who waited on
us running towards me.
“Is this your phone? It was laying on the table you were
at.”
It was actually Kourtney’s phone.
“No, but it’s my friend’s, thank you so much!”
“You’re welcome,” the waitress said still panting.
'Well, I’m glad I had to pee otherwise this girl would have
been S.O.L,' I said to myself as I unlocked my car and got in. I laid the phone
in the cup holder and started the car. I was just going to drop it off at her
job since it's right down the street and I know she would start going
crazy when she realized she didn’t have her phone with her.
I pulled into the parking lot and parked in a spot closest
to the entrance. As I reached for Kourtney’s phone, it buzzed. When I looked at
it, a text message from someone named Shaun popped on the screen. It read, “my
girl don’t even got it as good as you.”
“oooohhhhhhhhhh. Im gon' get her she haven’t told me she met
a guy AND this bitch messing with somebody else’s man? oooohhhhhh” I said out
loud to myself beginning to crack up until I looked at the number beneath
Shaun’s name.
“813-555-2378? That’s roman’s number. What the fuck?!”