Zoya pulled her eyes away from the menu. “This is our first time. It came highly recommended.”
“I’m glad you guys are giving us a chance. I’ll give you both a second to look over the menu. In the meantime, can I offer you something to drink?”
“I’ll take a water.”
“Amaretto sour, please.” she ordered.
“Very well. I will get those going for you. My name is Bub, so if you need anything, don’t hesitate to wave me over.”
Zoya continued to look over the menu. “They have ramen!”
I watched as she did a small dance in her seat. “Is ramen your favorite?”
“Yes. I eat ramen at least twice a week from the restaurant down the block from the building. We know each other on a first name basis at this point. I’m curious to see how this smoked turkey with braised collards ramen will taste.”
I scanned the menu and decided on the shrimp and honey butter grits. I enjoyed my grits more on the savory side, but I wasn’t picky. I could eat anything as long as the shit didn’t oink before it was put on my plate.
We both looked up at the same time and she smiled, her diamond earrings sparkling under the lights. “You’re beautiful, Boobie.”
“And you’re handsome, Goo.” She smirked. “Do I have the notorious Goon blushing?”
“Nah… just nice to hear you saying what I already knew.”
She rolled her neck. “And what did you already know?”
“That you wanted me as bad as I wanted you. I can admit you stubborn as fuck, so I was a little nervous at where this would end up.”
“Have you given up your hoes since you’ve started courting me?”
“Never been any… always been on you.”
“The girl from your mother’s block?”
“Known her for years.”
She put the menu down and stared at me, never breaking eye contact. “I’ve known plenty of people… the moment that I bounced on their dick, that meant the option to be friends was over.”
“Heard you.”
Zoya picked up her menu. “You want me to give you children… say you’re going to marry me. I feel like I should be the only one you’re worried about.”
“You want me to chase you, and I have no problem doing that. I need to know that the chase is worth it, and not to feed your ego.”
She leaned forward, and all I was paying attention to was her cleavage. “I don’t need a man to feed my ego.”
“You say that.”
“How can you think of the future when the obvious exist?”
Raising my eyebrow, I eyed her. “That is?”
“You’re Muslim and I’m not. Goo, I just ordered a drink, and you ordered water. I don’t plan on converting.”
“Did I ever ask you?”
“You said our kids will be raised Muslim.”
“And they will.”
