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“My manager knows the owner.”
“Impressive.”
“Impressed enough to give me another date.”
“Boy please.” I tittered.
The server assigned to us came over to the table to take our drink orders and since I wasn’t of legal drinking age I ordered water and my appetizer. Julius ordered a shot of Hennessey.
“So.” I brought my hands together and sat them on the table. “Why are you interested in me?”
“Keeping it a stack Nariah, I can’t even tell you cause yo lil ass ain’t did shit but give me yo ass to kiss since I first met you.”
I pointed at my chest. “I gave you my ass to kiss?”
“Hell yeah. Like you wasn’t feeling a nigga.”
“I’m not. I think you’re handsome, but Julius I am young.”
“How young? What you like twenty or something?”
“Uh try eighteen.”
“Got damn Nariah.” He howled. “Ain’t no way you eighteen, Nariah.”
“I am. I can show you my driver’s license.”
“How the fuck you get on at Stax? Yo ass not supposed to be handling liquor and shit.”
“Chucky breaks a lot of rules.” I shrugged. “That’s part of the reason I kind of don’t say shit to him ‘cause I’m really not supposed to be there.”
“That’s fucked up yo.”
“What is?”
“That nigga got you in there in grown niggas faces with ya body and shit on display.”
“Julius, I’m shapely. Niggas stare at my body even when I’m fully clothed.”
“That don’t mean a fucking thing. Yeah, you gone have to quit that shit when we get serious.”
Tossing my head back I laughed. Clearly, I was frustrating him cause his brows had pitched a tent in the middle of his forehead. “Fuck you laughing for?”
“We are not getting serious.”
“You thought we wasn’t.”
“Anyways, how old are you.”
“How old do I look?”
“To be honest we look around the same age”
“Cap! I’m twenty-two.”
“Too old for me.”
“Fuck out of here.” He waved me off. “What you do besides work at Stax?”