Zora and Nique sit on her L-shaped sofa, while she fills her friend in on what's been going down.
"You told him where you work??"
"He saw the logo on my jacket, girl."
"And you ain't cover it??"
"Damn, is he a murderer??"
"That's how you treat 'em!"
"Yeah, well..."
"Well...?"
"He's different."
"Wow, you ate them words up!"
Zora rolls her eyes, holding her hands up.
"Yeah, you were right. He's real cool people."
"Wow, I was right!" Nique claps.
"Aight, don't gloat yourself outta my apartment." She points, right as her phone begins to ring.
It was Leon.
"Ooo put it on speaker!"
"No? You don't know how to act."
"Oh come on, I just wanna know what he sounds like!"
"A man. He sounds like a man."
"Zora, spare the drama and answer the phone."
Sighing, she answers the call and reluctantly places it on speaker, greeting him.
"Hey Leon," an effortless smile makes Nique squeal behind her hand.
"Hey Zora. How ya doin'?" His buttery, deep voice comes through.
"Ooo, it's so deep!" She whispers, but it's more of a yell.
"I know!" Zora responds in the same fashion, before answering him.
"I'm good. How was your day?"
"Eh, no broken glass stories today, so I guess that's something, yeah?"
"Yeah," she laughs, "that's something."
"I'm stalling, but I wanted to ask if you'd like to come with me to one of my favorite spots. It's a food joint, called What The Fries?."
The gasp she lets out enthuses him, same with Nique.
"Sorry, I just always wanted to check it out. I've never seen fries be created in so many ways! I'd love to go with you."
He smiles bright like she can see him.
"Yeah? Well I'm glad I get to be the one to take you there. And it's better than you're expecting, I promise. How's about this Saturday? Are you working?"
"Uh," she ponders for a minute, "no I'm actually off, so that's perfect. What time were you thinking?"
"Hm, maybe around three? Sounds good?"
"Sounds good." She repeats.
"Great, I'll send you the address."
"Okay," she says, "can't wait to indulge and talk without an extra set of eyes on us."
He laughs. "Yeah, I know right. He been keepin' his distance?"
She takes the phone off speaker and continues talking, making Nique roll her eyes.
"He has! I'm shocked, actually."
"Well good. His job description ain't said nothing about him harassing you, so it should always be a good ten feet–"
"Mm-mm," she cuts him off, "twenty-five feet. His ass needs to be damn near invisible."
He laughs, agreeing with her. "Yeah, he does seem like the hardheaded type."
