looked at Kevin over the top of her menu. He was looking at his menu in deep concentration but looked up when he felt her eyes on him. They locked eyes and smiled.
“Are you ready to order?” the waiter asked, breaking the moment.
“Yeah,” Kevin said, then motioned to Joy to go first.
“Can I have three pancakes and a side of sausage and orange juice?” said Joy.
“I’ll have the same thing,” said Kevin.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” Joy asked, preparing herself for the questions she knew was coming.
“Okay, how old are you?” he asked, clearly worried.
“Don’t worry, I’m eighteen,” she said, laughing at the relief that came over Kevin’s face.
“I’m twenty-two. Are you still in school?”
“Yeah, my last year.”
“Your parents let you just skip school and stay out all night with dudes?”
“First of all, I don’t usually be with guys, and this is the first time I stayed out all night. They don’t care about me, anyway. They’re always fighting. My mother is a crazy bitch and my father doesn’t do nothing but work. And when he’s not doing that he spends his time in the basement doing God-knows-what. I don’t know why they got married or even had me. Enough about me, what about you?”
“What do you want to know?”
“Anything, everything.”
“I live alone, I don’t have any kids. All I do is work, and I rarely go out. My mother abandoned me when I was two and I never known my father. My grandma raised me. Let’s see, I’m a pretty simple dude. I went to CCP, got my associate degree in photography. I started a business using Myspace and then when I had enough clients I opened up a store.”
“Here you go,” said the waiter, placing their food it front of them.
“That’s pretty much it,” Kevin continued once the waiter had left.
“Let me ask you this, Joy—why did you show up at my shop?”
“Umm, I don’t know exactly,” she said after chewing a bite of pancake.
Kevin didn’t respond. He continued to eat his food, deep in thought. Joy did the same. She wanted to be honest with him about her original intentions but didn’t want to mess up the vibe they had going. Though she had just met Kevin, it felt like she had known him longer. He seemed like a nice dude, and she wanted to get to know him. He could definitely take her mind off some of the shit that was going on at home. She cringed just thinking about having to go back.
“What’s wrong?” Kevin asked, noticing her cringe.
“Nothing. Sorry, I was just thinking about something.”
“Okay, but you can talk about it. I know we just met, but I want us to really get to know each other. You can be honest with me about anything. I like you, and you seem cool. This may sound strange, but I felt a connection to you from the moment I saw you.” He spoke with a serious look on his face.
“Not to co-sign, but I feel the same way,” she said, smiling, for the moment forgetting about her parents.
They ate silently for a while, occasionally looking up and smiling at each other.
“Do you want me to drop you off?” Kevin asked, breaking the silence.
“No. Can I chill with you a little longer? That is, if I not in the way.” She silently prayed he would say she wasn’t.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but shouldn’t you go home? Not that I don’t want to spend time with you; but we got time for that later,” he continued.
“Yeah, you right. I just don’t want to go home,” she said, clearly disappointed. “You done?” he asked, looking at her plate, which was almost empty.
“Pretty much. You can just drop me at a 18 bus stop,” she said, not looking at him.
“You mad? I’ma take you,” he said, laughing.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, getting mad.
“You. Sitting there wit’ your lip poked out, pouting,” he said, laughing harder.
“Very funny,” she said, starting to laugh too.
“You can chill wit’ me this weekend. I just don’t want you to get in