Going into public places is hard. Not knowing if people remember you, know who you are, or who you're related to...it's all hard. Especially at the grocery store. Each aisle I walked down, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I heard whispers too.
"I wish you people would mind your business." I mumbled.
I tried to make the process go faster by picking two things up from each aisle. Nine times out of ten I wasn't picking up anything that was useful or needed. I rushed down the aisle ways trying my best to gather the things Bre told me to get for dinner.
"Noodles, Ragu, butter, and..." I read the list aloud, checking my basket for each item.
"Um, excuse me." Someone tapped me.
"What?" I spun around with an attitude.
"I was just going to tell you that you dropped your wallet but..." His face scrunched up.
"Sorry 'bout it." I nervously laughed.
He had to be the finest human being I've ever seen.
"No problem. I'm Blake." He held out his hand.
His eyes were beautiful.
"Bahja." I shook his hand.
He was just a beautiful individual as a whole.
"Nice to meet you beautiful." He flashed those beautiful pearly whites.
"You also." I cheesed.
"Well...see you later." Blake chuckled.
"Bye." I giggled.
I turned to walk away but Blake stopped me.
"I know this is weird and you don't really know me like that but I just can't leave you alone without getting to know you better. May I take you out to lunch?" Blake bit his bottom lip.
"I-yeah. Sure. What time?" I felt butterflies in my stomach.
"Is now okay?" He shifted his weight.
"Yeah. It's fine." I smiled
"Do you want to meet me up there or?" Blake asked.
"I walked here." I intertwined my sweaty hands. It was getting pretty hot in this store.
"Oh. Perfect. We can ride there together." He flashed those pearly whites once more.
I think I'm going to melt....
"Here I'll help you out. I only came here to get some sour patches anyway." Blake laughed.
"I love sour patches!" I said as I handed Blake my shopping basket.
"I guess that's something we have in common." He looked into my eyes making me internally cry.
"Wait." I stopped him.
"What's wrong?" Blake raised an eyebrow.
"Before this goes any further, I have a son." I bit my lip.
"And I love chilly cheese fries." Blake said
"What?" My head tilted in confusion.
"I was going to tell a joke but I forgot." He scratched his neck.
"You're a mess." I laughed at his forgetfulness.
He stopped in front of me.
"Bahja, you having a son won't stop me from dating you. I love kids." Blake smiled.
I was speechless. The only answer I could give him was a smile.
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"No way! That did not happen!" Blake was dying of laughter.
"It did. I was so embarrassed!" I covered my face at the memory.
"Well you know-" he was cut off by his alarm.
"It's 5:30. I have to get going. I'm sorry." Blake rushed.
"It's fine." I gave a fake smile.
"Actually...would you like to come?" Blake wiggled his eyebrows
"Where?" I laughed.
"My basketball game." Blake said
"Basketball game?" I knitted my eyebrows.
"I thought you knew...I'm a basketball player. I play for the LA Clippers." Blake said.
"Oh. I surely did not know that." The information was a bit hard to take in. I thought he was a regular guy...now I have to deal with fame all over again. But I'm willing to do it for him.
"Sure. I'll go." I nodded.
"Yes! Let's get going. I can't be late or I won't be able to play." Blake payed for our food and then we left.
On the way to the basketball center, Zayden called.
I pressed decline.
