Page 70 of Love & Streetball

I stared at him until he turned his head.

Slim glanced up at me. “You good?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t look good.”

“I’m straight.”

She looked over her shoulder, then back at me. “Were you mean-mugging that man?”

“What man?”

“Kane.”

“I don’t know what you talking about,”’’ I muttered. “They better keep their eyes to themselves, that’s what I do know.”

“You’re crazy,” she giggled.

“You like it.”

“I tolerate it.”

“Same shit,” I huffed with a smile.

Once we made it outside, I opened the passenger door for her. I waited until she moved her legs inside before closing the door. By the time I walked around the car, she was checking the visor mirror.

“You definitely like that makeup,” I said as I climbed behind the wheel.

Slim quickly closed the mirror. “Drive.”

The Red Lobster wasn’t far from the hotel. I had picked it because Slim loved seafood.

When the red sign came into view, Slim sat forward.

“We’re going to Red Lobster?”

I nodded, turning into the parking lot. “Is that coo’?”

“’Of course,” she beamed. “You know I love some shrimp..”

We laughed in unison. She did. Everywhere we went to eat, that was the first thing she looked for on the menu.

The restaurant was crowded, but we didn’t have to wait long because of the reservation. The hostess led us to a booth near the back, and I let Slim slide in first before sitting across from her. She picked up the menu and studied it.

“What are you getting?” she asked.

“I don’t know yet.”

“Why is everything so damn high?” she quizzed, brows bunched.

“Don’t worry about the prices, baby.”

Slim squirmed. I noticed she did that a lot when I called her baby or pressed up against her.

“Ima miss you when we go back to school, but knowing we’ll be back around each other in a few weeks, keeps me sane,” Slim admitted.

“Oh, you like being around me now, huh? I remember you used to try to make me kick rocks.”