My Kourt-Part 3

     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?!”