Our First Date

"Gurl pick up the phone! Hurry up, its important! I'm dying! Somebody dying! PIC-" Cari exclamation slicing through the silence in my room.

Almost tripping over my feet, I grabbed my phone from the duvet before replacing its spot on the seat.

Picking up,

Me: Hey

Art: Hello darling. I was just making sure you were still on for tonight?

Me: Yeah, I wouldn't back out. That's not in my character...unless there's an important reason as to why I had to back out.

Rambling. Ugh, nervous is my middle name.

Art: (chuckling) I'm glad because that would be so embarrassing if I had to cry myself to sleep.

I laughed. He noticed.

Art: I also called because I wanted to tell you to be ready by 9 this evening. I'll send you the address.

Me: All out? Heels or no heels?

Art: Up to you, darling. Either way, I'll carry you if need be.

My Black ass really smiling; hard.

Me: Make up too?

Art: Anything you want...did you want to drive or did you want me to pick you up?