After about five minutes a nice looking young man came in and sat next to me.
"How ya doin' ? I'm Vegas , " he said , extending his hand and speaking in a arrogant , yet sexy tone .
He was cute but just a little too confident , so I responded by saying :
"Is that Vegas as in Las Vegas or Garcia Vegas."
"What you know about Garcia Vegas ?" he asked while laughing .
" More that you , I'm sure ," I replied .
"Is that so ? "
Somehow , one world led to another , and we found ourselves still conversing five minutes later when he was called into his lawyer's office. I watched as he walked away ,sporting his
Coogi jogging set and fresh , wheat-colored Tims. His hair was cut close and had enough
waves to make you seasick .He must have felt my eyes upon him , because right before entering the office he turned around.
"Yo ,shortie , that phone on the table is for you.
We're going out his evening. I'll hit cha later with the detail ." He winked , then hit me whit
most mesmerizing smile.
Before I could come to my senses and give him one of my sarcastic responses that I'm known for , the door was closing behind him.
