Maybe it was because she was something new, or perhaps it was the memory of her pretty face that lingered in his mind. Either way, Danger wanted to get to know her on a deeper level. He glanced at the clock and saw it was 11:05. After a moment’s hesitation, he shrugged and mumbled, “Fuck it,” before texting her.
Sup, ma. How was your day?
The reply came slow, so slow that after twenty minutes and a few song changes, Danger nearly forgot he’d even sent it.
Caresha: Who’s this?
The vibration on the bar brought him back. Danger looked down and read the response before typing back.
Take a guess. How many niggas you gave yo’ number to recently?
Caresha: Plenty.
Danger chuckled under his breath as he typed.
Cap.
Caresha: Hmph, how you figure?
You don’t strike me as easy. You just be talkin’ shit. Yo’ ass fake ghetto.
Caresha: Lmfao. Dude, really?
Hell yeah. How was your day?
Caresha: Decent. Just got off work. I’m exhausted and starving. How was yours?
Long. I’m tired too. Shit, let me come lay wit’ you. Matter fact, I’ll bring food and then we both get some rest.
Caresha: Absolutely the fuck not.
Danger grinned as he pressed down on her number and called FaceTime. He was done with the back-and-forth through text. If she didn’t let him stop by, at least he could see her face through the screen. As the call connected, he leaned back against the stool, a mix of curiosity and excitement bubbling up inside him for some reason.
“What you want?” Caresha sassed, picking up on the fourth ring. “And don’t get cussed out. You not coming to lay with me.”
“I was just fuckin’ wit’ you.” Danger half-lied, a smile tugging at his lips.
“No, you wasn’t.”
“Aight, you right. I do want to see you. Let me come through. I ain’t gotta lay.” He admired her beauty through the screen, noticing she had taken down her braids and was now sporting her natural hair. It was thick and curly, and he loved that look.
“You not coming here. I don’t know you like that.”
“That’s why I’m tryna come through, so we can learn more about one another.”
“Aht, aht. It’s 11 o’clock at night.”
“What that mean?”
“It means you’re still plotting to lay. The only things open this late are legs and 7-Elevens. Your interest isn’t really in getting to know me.” Caresha slid off her hoop earrings, rolling her eyes as she tossed them onto the dresser.
Danger shook his head as he bit down on his bottom lip. “Nah, that’s not what I’m on.”
“Look me in my face and say that.”
Danger took a moment before his hooded gaze met hers through the screen again.
“I ain’t gon’ hold you. If you was willing to give it, I’d damn sho take it. I’m a man at the end of the day. But I ain’t even pressing you about that. I genuinely just wanna see your pretty face.”
