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As the waitress brings me over another drink, Angel is taking the mic. The minute she belts out the first note, I spot Mr. Sometimes I Cry walking in my direction. I catch his eye as he approaches my table. I smile. Decide to not let him get away without saying something to him. “You can sing to me anytime. You really killed it.”
He smiles back at me. “Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it. I ’preciate that. I was on my way back to the bar and saw you sitting over here by yourself so I decided to come over and holla at you. You mind if I sit?”
Hell no, I don’t mind if your sexy-ass sits, I say in my head. I extend him the chair. “Sure. I’d like that.” He glances over toward Angel, who is belting out one note after another.
“Yo, your girl can blow.”
I smile. “Yes, she can.” Not that I’ve paid attention. But, I’d damn sure like to blow you. Dirty thoughts of crawling under the table and caressing his cock with my lips and tongue start invading my mind. I press my legs together. “So what motivated you to sing that particular song?” He looks away for a moment, then brings his attention back to me. Tells me he had lost someone special in his life and although it’s been two years since her death, it still hurts. And sometimes he cries over the loss.
For some reason I feel endeared to him. Without thinking, I reach over and place my hand over his. “I’m so sorry to hear that. What happened to her?” He tells me she was serving in the military. That she was killed over in Iraq. I can see the love and hurt in his eyes as he tells me this. “Oh, wow,” I say, feeling myself getting choked up. “So sorry to hear that.”
“Thanks,” he says, placing his other hand over mine. “I’m good, though.”
I get tingly all over. “Ohmygod, you have some soft hands for a man.”
He laughs. “I hear that a lot.”
“I’m sure you do,” I say coyly. “I bet you give great massages, too.”
He grins. “Yeah, I can do a lil’ sumthin’. So, is it aiiight if I buy you another drink?”
I glance over at Angel when I hear the thunderous applause. “How about I get this round, and you get the next?”
“Cool.” He flags over the waitress, motions for another round. “I’m Faruq, by the way.” I tell him mine. He nods his head, approvingly. “Nice name. I saw you when you and your girl walked in and was hoping I’d get a chance to holla at you.”
“Well, I’m glad the opportunity presented itself.” I lean forward in my seat. “So, Faruq...I like that, by the way. Are you Muslim?” He tells me his family is, but that he doesn’t follow its doctrine. That he’s originally from Egypt, but has lived in the States since he was ten; that his name means one who distinguishes truth from falsehood.
“Oh, wow, interesting. I’ve always wanted to visit Egypt. It looks like it’s a beautiful place.” He tells me it is; suggests that I
visit. That he thinks I’d love it there. “Maybe when I go, you’ll come along to be my tour guide.”
He smiles. “Oh, cool. I’d like that.” After a few stops along the way from patrons telling her how great she sounded, Angel finally makes it back over to the table as the waitress returns with our drinks. Since Faruq’s back is toward her, he doesn’t see her raising her brow at me and mouthing, “Bitch.”
I smile. “Faruq, this is my girl, Angel. Angel, Faruq.” She comes around and faces him.
He stands up and extends his hand. “Nice meeting you.”
She takes him in, extending her hand. “Likewise,” she says, allowing her hand to linger in his a little longer than she should. He’s the first to let go. She takes a seat next to me, then pinches me under the table. I flinch.
“Oww.”
“You alright, boo?” she asks, feigning concern. I ignore her, taking a sip of my drink.
“Yo, you have a beautiful voice.”
She grins, tilting her head. “Oh, you heard me sing?” She cuts her eyes over at me. “’Cause I know this one here didn’t hear a word of it with you being such a beautiful distraction. But, thanks. You definitely have it going on yourself.”
His smile widens, revealing one dimple in his left cheek. I find myself even more turned on. He thanks her for the compliments.
I laugh. “You know me so well. But you do have a beautiful voice.”
She playfully rolls her eyes up in her head. “Whatever. Tell me anything. Annnnyway...Faraad, right?”
He laughs. “Nah, Faruq.”
“Oh, Farooook, okay. My bad. Soooo, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty. Who you here with? Are you straight, gay, bi or one of them down-low niggas?”
He laughs at her bluntness. “I see you go in real hard.”
