Culturally Biased

"I like you"

Brazil POV

"I can't believe this." I said in astonishment.

James smiled. "What?" 

"Actually nothing I just wanted to sound like one of those white people from from the movies."

He chuckled. "Well you aced it."

A couple of drinks were brought over and some appetizers.

Dario spoke up.

"Sorry they didn't have sushi here, Jeff."

Jeffery glared his eyes.

"No biggie it's just a shame they don't have tacos here."

Annick choked on her drink. "Guys chill out."

Narrator POV

While everyone chatted and laughed, James tried to slide his hand over to Brazil's but the minute their hands made contact, she pulled away.

"Friends James. Remember?"

He sighed.

"Do you not trust me?" He asked.

"What?"

"Do you think I'm still doing this for publicity or whatever because I'm not. I like you. I want to prove that but you won't even let me hold your hand."

"You said you'd give me time." Brazil said slowly.

James sighed, getting up and walking away from the table.

"Everything okay?" Annick asked.

Brazil nodded.

Miciah chatted on with Dario but as she did the talking his head seemed to be somewhere else.

"Are you listening to me?" She asked.

"Yeah mami, I'm listening." He said turning to her and pecking her on the lips.

"Okay so what made you wanna..." Miciah noticed his gaze drift off.

When she decided to follow it, she wished she hadn't.

There stood a tanned girl with long brown hair and a much bigger butt.

"Imma go to the bathroom." She said getting up.

Not hearing a response from Dario, she walked on.

Daysia had made a trip to the restaurant's bar and took a seat on the stool.

She jumped at the feel of a hand on her back.

She rolled her eyes, thinking it was Jeffery.

She froze when she spotted who it actually was.

"Troy..."

He smiled boyishly.

"Daysia."

"W-what are you..."

"I just came out here for a night spent with my wife. But since she's in the bathroom and you're here, can I buy you a drink?"

Daysia softly shook her head.

"I don't think that's appropriate." Daysia, said stepping off the stool getting ready to walk off.